She tries to look away, but I keep my hand on her chin firm.
“Can’t you tell with your wolf powers?”she mumbles.
“You still need to communicate properly.”Any good partner—human or lycan, mate or dominant—knows that’s the first and most important rule.
“It’s silly,” she insists.
“Not to me.”
She nibbles her lip.“My ex used to say these little comments about my body, then blamed me when he cheated.My coworkers talked behind my back.I guess those voices never went away.I’m just a bit self-conscious, is all.”
Her body language says she’s more thana bitself-conscious.I want to track down her ex and claw out his vocal cords so he never speaks again.
“I understand.”I drop my hand and step back for a better view.“Take off your shirt.”
She flushes deep red.“What?”
“You’re perfect, and I’ll tell you as many times as I need to.Now take off your shirt so from now on, the only voice you hear is mine.”No matter what happens at the end of the week, she needs to know exactly how I see her.How starved I am forher.
She takes an unsteady breath and fingers the hem of her shirt.“It’s daylight.And the windows are open.”
“No one comes near you without my permission,” I growl.“It’s just you and me.”The natural light only makes her more tempting.My eyes catch on the bite mark, and whatever look crosses my face must eliminate the rest of her doubts.
The scent of her arousal goes straight to my dick.As if I hadn’t been semi-hard all day.
One inch of skin at a time, she bares herself.I suppress another growl.“I’d mark you everywhere if I could—because I want it all.There’s not a single part of you that doesn’t deserve my devotion.”
She pulls the shirt over her head, exposing a soft stomach and breasts that fill out a simple black bra.Her shoulders hunch slightly, as if she’s still trying to hide, but she doesn’t shy away as I take in every lush curve.
“If I was your submissive, what would it be like?”she breathes.
I step forward and bring my pointer finger to the hinge of her jaw.“I’ve never claimed someone as mine.You’d be the first that belongs to me.”
She sighs as I trace the mark of my teeth on her neck.“I’d bruise deeper than your skin.I’d want your heart tender and dark, your soul burning as deeply as I burn for you.”
I follow her collarbone and watch her chest rise as she inhales.I trace to her other shoulder, then use both hands to straighten her posture and smooth down her arms.She’s soft, but I can feel her strength.Nervous, but waiting to be set free.
I guide her hand to my cock, straining in my jeans and fighting to shred through the denim.“This is all you.”
She looks up through dark lashes.“Would you train me to take you as an alpha?”
We’re crossing into dangerous territory, playing it too close to the line, but I’m as wrapped up in the moment as she is.It’s like there’s a live wire zapping between us.An instinct too strong to ignore.
“You’d have to accept the pain.”I grab the nape of her neck and press my thumb over her pulse.“Surrender while I push in my knot and breed you.”
It’s a fantasy, nothing more.Even if her body learned to take mine, I’d have to remain in control.I’d have to be able to stop myself, and despite years of practice, I can barely keep from coming as it is.
She leans in close enough that her warm breath puffs over me.I part my lips, but the air scorches my lungs.My dick throbs in her hand.
“What if it’s possible?”she whispers.
My hips thrust into her palm, seeking friction and heat.I’ve never felt so on edge.So raw with need.“I’d give anything for it,” I admit.
“Give yourself.”Her hand reaches under my shirt, my abdomen flexing as if she burned me.“If I’m going to break, I want it to be with you.”
Then she covers my mouth with hers.I splinter into a million pieces.
All at once, my fist tangles in her hair, and pleasure races up my spine.She gasps, letting me delve deeper into her mouth, and I feel the sticky, wet mess of cum in my pants.It’s not enough.It’ll never be enough.I trace my tongue over her teeth and bite her lip, savoring the sweat on her skin and sucking on the tender spot under her jaw.
