Joanna scoffed, trying to pull away. “Yeah, sure,” she retorted, disbelief etched on her face.
I released her wrist, only to grip her shoulders, forcing her to face me. My fingers dug into her soft skin, not enough to hurt but enough to make her still. “I left with her, yes, and I had every intention of fucking her.” I sighed, my eyes searching hers, willing her to see the truth. “But all I could think about was that man’s hands all over you, and—”
“What does that matter to—”
“Because you’re mine, Joanna,” I declared, cutting her off. My pants felt unbearably tight as the wolf inside me snarled, claiming her. The air between us crackled with tension, the heat of both our bodies igniting a fire that threatened to consume me. Because I could see the effect my words had on her.
“That’s the second time you’ve said that shit tonight,” she said, her voice low. “I don’t belong—”
I silenced her with a kiss. A hungry, eager kiss.
Within seconds, she leaned into it. Her body pressed against mine, her lips parting for my tongue.
As I deepened the kiss further, she moaned, her arms wrapping around my neck. I could taste her, the sweet, intoxicating flavor of her desire, and it drove me mad.
I lifted her, setting her on a nearby console table. My body fit between her thighs as books hit the floor with a thud. Joanna gasped as I trailed kisses down her neck. Her heart pounded, the rapid beat urging me on.
My hands slid up her thighs, slipping under her dress. She shivered as my fingers grazed her skin, tracing the edge of her underwear. I could smell her arousal, the heady scent making my wolf howl.
I hooked my fingers into the fabric, pulling it aside as I slid two fingers inside her. She cried out, her body arching against mine, her hips grinding against my hand. She was so wet, so ready. It took every ounce of my self-control not to take her then and there.
But I needed to do this right.
I pulled away, and her eyes fluttered open, a look of confusion crossing her face.
“Not here,” I growled, my voice barely human. “Bedroom.”
She jerked her head in the right direction, and I lifted her from the table, carrying her down the hallway. I kicked open the bedroom door, breaking our kiss only to find the bed.
I laid her down and removed her boots before climbing on top of her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her body grinding against mine. I kissed her again, my tongue plunging into her mouth, possessing her.
She moaned, her nails digging into my back. I kissed down her neck along her collarbone, my hand sliding up her body to cup one of her breasts. It fit so perfectly in my palm, like a baseball in a mitt. She arched into my touch, her breath hitching as I teased her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress.
I ripped the dress down the middle, then slid her underwear from her legs, revealing her naked body beneath me. A few old scars peppered her skin. They each called to me the way her curves invited me toexplore every inch of them. I trailed kisses down her stomach, my hands gripping her hips as I moved lower, my tongue tracing a blemish that was all but faded.
And that’s when I saw it.
On her groin, inches away from her dripping center. The tattoo. The one that made her a hunter.
The one I had to thank for sending her to me.
Most hunters hid their mark as a safety precaution—to keep their trade a secret from werewolves with grudges. But this?
I was going to show her exactly what I thought of her fucking hiding spot.
She gasped as I slid two fingers inside her, my thumb circling her clit, teasing her. Denying her. She writhed beneath me, her body trembling with desire, her breath coming in ragged pants.
“Marcus,” she moaned, her voice a breathless plea. “Fuck…” We both knew what she wanted. What I refused to give her.
But damn… She was sexy.
I groaned, the gold gaze of my wolf reflected in her eyes. She didn’t flinch or shy away. Instead, she pulled me closer, her hands working the button of myjeans. The hard length of my erection strained against the fabric, eager for her touch.
I finally freed myself from my pants, my cock springing out, thick and hard. Her eyes widened at the sight of me, hungrily.
I was starving. A low, possessive growl tore from my throat as I claimed her mouth again, my body pressing into hers. I couldn’t wait any longer.
I slid inside her, filling her inch by inch. She cried out, but she took all of me, and soon, her hips were moving in rhythm with my thrusts.
