Page 48 of Brock’s Mate

Brock bounded after her, but she wasn’t running away this time—she was headed back to the house. Running home? Or just back to the place she knew? And why? Was Desi the woman even conscious of what was going on?

When he got back to the house her wolf was there, on the porch, watching him with those eyes that seemed to see right into him.

He knew he should reach out with his mind. Persuade her to trust him. Pull her in, and get her to Change back.

But instead she was pulling him in. His wolf was walking toward her, step by step, like a spaceship being pulled toward the sun.

Warm. Light. Powerful. Life-giving. But also burning, irresistible, dangerous. If he got too close, she would consume him until there was nothing left.

But he couldn’t turn away, couldn’t stop, couldn’t find escape velocity. Step by step he was pulled into her gravitational field, until he could see nothing but her.

And then they were both suddenly Changed, and he was pressed against her, skin to skin, the front door shuddering with the impact of their bodies crashing into it.

Brock reached behind her and turned the handle, and then they were inside, up against the wall, mouths and bodies tight together, tongues and hands searching and stroking, trying to touch all of each other at the same time.

Her mouth sought his, hot and wild, searing his lips with a kiss that permeated his very soul—and his wolf’s.

Her hands were everywhere—around his neck, pulling him into the kiss until he tasted blood. Around his ass, grinding his erection against her hot core; around his shaft, driving him and his wolf both crazy with pleasure.

He plundered her mouth with his tongue, felt her answering growls. He slid his hands over her curves, finding the slickness between her legs, stroking until she moaned.

She was everything he’d ever wanted, the heat and the strength and the honeyed temptation. He moved against her, feeling the hot desire rise in him, the need to conquer and take and dominate until she was totally his.

Brock receded into the background, his wolf in the forefront, taking over his voice. “Submit,” he said, his voice gravelly with the wolf. “Submit to me.”

She looked up at him, her eyes pure gold, her chest vibrating with her wolf’s answering growl. She sank slowly to her knees, her soft breasts moving down his body.

His own legs trembled, and he throbbed with the intensity of his passion. Yes! Submit!

Desi licked his shaft, slowly, and he smothered a howl. It was the most exquisite pleasure he’d ever felt, on the edge of a desire so intense it felt like pain. She licked him again, and then he was in her mouth, wet and hot and feeling like the world had narrowed down to this place, this time, this sensation.

He threw his head back, losing himself in the feeling, thrusting and retreating, moving with her.

And he realized that she’d never submitted at all. He was the one who was bound, bewitched, becoming her devoted slave with every kiss, every touch, every thrust.

He was completely in her power.

He pulled back and lowered himself until he knelt in front of her, claiming her mouth as his. He slid his hand between their bodies, finding her slick core, teasing her clit.

She gave a growl, and he laid her back on the floor, his fingers sliding into her, his thumb still stroking her center of pleasure. Her growl turned to a soft snarl, and then a whimper as he coaxed her near her climax.

She writhed underneath him in a rush of heat, her hand finding his shaft and stroking to the same rhythm.

Brock was near to exploding, but he needed this, needed to make her come, to surrender, to crash over the edge of this fucking cliff with him so he wouldn’t be alone.

Not now. Not when he belonged to her.

He felt her muscles tense, felt her walls crumble, and suddenly he was inside her mind, watching as that well of toxic pain he’d seen inside her rose up behind her, threatening to overwhelm her.

He saw her terror, felt it, and wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. Don’t let me be alone.

For a moment they were frozen in time, and then a tsunami of light crashed into the wave that was about to overtake her, dissolving it.

They came together, in great shuddering waves, clinging together.

Chapter 19

For a long time, Brock could hear nothing but the pounding of the blood through his veins and the thundering of his heart; he could feel nothing but her. Her skin, her heat, her heart beating with his.