“Not true.” Leaning back, he spread her shirt apart. “I love having you with me. But I do need to concentrate absolutely when fighting werewolves. I can’t fight and protect you.”
So he wanted to dump her at Realm headquarters. Even if the war ended, he was a werewolf hunter. There would always be werewolves. “I’m not as strong as you think.”
He grinned, sliding his thumbs over her clavicle to her breasts. “You’re stronger than even you imagine.” Then he pinched.
She gasped.
He pinched harder. “Let me show you.”
Chapter Twelve
Maggie licked her lips, her breasts on fire, her clit throbbing with a need so demanding she wanted to beg. Maggie Malone didn’t beg. “If you think you have something to show me, go ahead.”
With a growl, he flipped her over and onto her stomach, yanking off her shirt on the way. A startled gasp whooshed out with her breath. She landed on the soft grass, her arms cushioning her face. “Um—”
Her wet jeans and socks flew over her head.
Then, he was over her, providing warmth. A rough hand smacked her ass and then slid down between her legs to cup her. All of her.
She blinked twice, her body igniting.
“I own you, little wolf. Never forget it,” he rasped, his breath heating her ear.
The dominant tone blasted through her like a shot of pure whiskey. He’d held back. All of a sudden, the truth pinpointed into clarity. The man had been gentle with her before. As she healed.
He wasn’t holding back any longer.
She ground against him, protesting when he removed his hand. The second smack to her rear echoed around the forest. Fire vibrated across her hips.
“Hey—”
“Hold still.” He rubbed the abused area with a rough palm.
She stilled, her butt suddenly feeling very vulnerable.
“Better.” His mouth dropped to where her neck met her shoulder, while his hand wandered south again to press against her sex, his index finger on her clit. “Now show me how strong you are. You move, you get spanked. You hold still . . . you get something else.” Those fangs sank into his marking like they belonged there.
She cried out, the sensation more intense than painful.
His tongue rasped along her jugular.
Her entire body shuddered.
A bird squawked high above, and she thought quickly about calling for help. Except she didn’t want help. Not even a little. She wanted more . . . and she wanted the orgasm just lurking out of reach. So she cleared her throat. “I can handle anything you’ve got, wolf boy.”
“Can you, now?” he whispered, pinching her clit.
She jumped and rose to her elbows, her knees sliding forward. Her mind cleared.
“You moved.” He moved his hand free, rubbing her butt.
She clenched. “Wait—I—”
Her eyes fluttered closed. Her butt pounded, and she was more turned on than she would’ve thought possible. “You’re terrible.”
“Actually, I’m pretty good.” He inserted a finger in her.
“And you’re wet.” A hum of appreciation echoed against her skin as he removed his hand. “Don’t move, or it’ll be more than four smacks. I’m raring to go, darlin’.”
The dark anticipation in his tone froze her in place. He levered himself up behind her, where she couldn’t see him.
On all fours, straining to hear, she tried to concentrate. A zipper released. Thank God. He was finally getting naked.
His clothing soon piled up beside her.
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.
“One for good measure.” A heavy hand descended on her buttocks.
Erotic pain spiraled through her skin. She cried out, arching her back. “You like that too much.”
He chuckled, grasping her hips. “I like seeing my handprint on your ass just enough. No doubt I’ll see that a lot in the future.” Tightening his hold, he thrust inside her with one powerful shove.
The orgasm roared down on her with the power of a storm. She whimpered his name, riding the waves, unable to do anything but feel. Pleasure rippled along her skin, inside her sex, until her head fuzzed. Finally, she came down with a soft sigh.
“We’re not done.” He reached under her to cup her breasts, his cock hard and pulsing inside her.
Hunger clawed through her, too strong to be safe. She flipped her hair out of her face. “Who said I was done?”
The hoarse breathiness of her response may have weak-ened the flippant words.
“Good point.” He rolled her nipples between his fingers, sending coils of pleasure through her nerves. With a tug, he released her.
One strong hand flattened against her upper back, forcing her face down on her arms. Then his thighs widened hers, immobilizing her. She couldn’t move if she wanted to. The thought sent fire through her veins.
He rubbed her smarting butt. “Jesus. My handprint may never go away.”
The bastard sounded pleased. She couldn’t help but arch into his rough hold. “That was a one-shot deal.”
An instantly hard slap negated the statement. Fire cascaded out from his hand. “Somehow, I don’t think so.” He leaned over to nip her ear. “Remember when you asked earlier what happens if you don’t obey?”
“You’re an ass.”
“I think we’ve stumbled upon an answer.” He grabbed her hips, sliding out and slamming back in.
“I don’t think so.” God, please don’t stop moving. She bit down on her lip.
His thighs widened hers even more, opening her for whatever he wanted. Fast, strong, he started to pound, not holding anything back. All of his power shimmered around them as he took her, as he claimed her. The authority of an Alpha, the determination of a mate, and the finely honed skills of a hunter all lent strength to his thrusts, to the hold he kept on her.
Pleasure washed over her, through her, with such intensity the forest disappeared. The world disappeared. The only thing in existence was Terrent Vilks and his pounding. He reached down and pinched her clit.
The universe exploded. She cried out, arching her back, the orgasm springing through her so sharply it cut. Pleasure burst so powerfully it bordered on pain. She rode the waves, gasping, entrusting him to keep her safe. To keep her forever.
His fangs dropped into his mark, the claiming so strong it threw her into another orgasm just as powerful. She screamed his name.
Coming down, her ears ringing, she sobbed in relief. He ground against her, his fingers bruising, as he came. His fangs remained embedded in her flesh for an extra moment.
Just so she knew. Just so there was no confusion, no question.
She belonged to him.
Terrent held out his hand, not liking the look of longing on Maggie’s face as she glanced at the sturdy cabin one more time. It would’ve been a nice place to call home.
