He took another step closer, and I sucked in a breath. His scent was driving my wolf wild. All she wanted to do was jump the man, get down on all fours, and let him take us, do whatever he asked.
He stood inches from me, and I scolded my wolf for all the dirty thoughts running through my mind because … Goddess … they were starting to drive me wild. I pressed my thighs together, so he couldn’t smell me.
“Was Tony planning on taking what is mine tonight?” He towered over me, his large frame making mine feel so small, and then he grasped my chin between his fingers and forced me to gaze up into his dark eyes. His touch sent tingles throughout my entire body, making me feel things that I shouldn’t feel for a stranger. “Because if he was, I’m going to have to take care of him. Aren’t I?” he asked, fingers digging into my chin. So dominant, so chillingly dominant.
I gathered all my senses, cocked a brow, and pushed his hand away. “Aren’t you what?” I asked, looking him up and down. “Going to act all ruthless and merciless just because I’m your mate and you’re some”—sexy—“egotistical asshole who thinks he owns me?”
When he growled, his eyes flashing a breathtaking wolf gold, I forced myself to look away. Dad had told me never to settle for someone who thought they owned me. I had alpha blood and soon I would be the alpha of the Darkmoon Pack; I deserved more than that.
“Not interested,” I said, but as soon as the words left my mouth, my heart started thrashing in my chest.
Maybe it was the way he stared at me, like he wanted to devour me, or the way I wanted to let him, but he made me nervous. More nervous than I had ever been. My gaze landed on the lake again, and I tried to admire the rippling reflection of the moon.
He snatched my jaw in his hand this time and stepped closer until he pressed himself into my side. I could feel every muscle of his front. Every muscle. And I inhaled deeply, pushing my thighs closer together.
He caressed my cheek with his thumb. He was a daunting gentle, the kind that told me that though he wasn’t thrusting himself upon me like any alpha would at the first sight of his mate he controlled this conversation, the kind that told me he could snap at any moment, the kind that made me wet.
“Cute,” he said against my ear, voice husky. His hand slipped from my jaw to my throat. “Look at you …” He drew his nose up the side of my neck. “My mate acting like she hasn’t been turned on since the moment she laid her eyes on me.”
I gulped and stared up at him, my wolf purring at his touch. He lightly trailed his fingers down my forearm until he reached the front of my thighs. Heat warmed my core as they lingered right over the front of my pants.
He brushed his thumb over my pussy. “Acting like she’s not wet for me,” he said.
I clamped down harder and cursed the Moon Goddess for my innate attraction to him.
He pressed his hardness against my thigh and let me feel every inch of him. “Acting like my possessiveness isn’t making her clench right now.”
I gathered all the strength I had left in me and firmly pushed my hands into his taut chest. “You know what? I am horny. My pussy is wet. And your possessiveness is over-the-top aggressive alpha right now.” I dug my fingers into his muscle, devouring his wolf’s golden eyes with my own. Then, I tilted my head to the side and sneered at him. “But you’re not going to do a damn thing about it.”
He chuckled and grabbed my wrists, stepping closer, a strand of his dark hair curling onto his forehead. “Oh, I’m not?”
“No,” I said, wrapping my fingers around his and inhaling the captivating scent of hazelnut, “you’re not.”
“Would you rather have Tony touch you like this then?” He released his grip on my wrists, dipped one hand between my legs, and rubbed his fingers against my pussy through my pants.
My eyes widened, my pussy aching.
When I didn’t answer him, he clenched his jaw. “Huh? Is that what Tony is for? Making my mate come? Making my mate feel good?”
My heart pounded against my chest.
He stared down at me with golden embers in his brown eyes and … laughed. I tensed and grabbed his wrist, my core pulsing.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This wasn’t what I was expecting.
“Go ahead, Kitten.” He rubbed sweet, torturous circles around my clit through my pants. His canines brushed against my soft spot on my neck, and I nearly moaned. “Push me away,” he mumbled against my ear. “I’ll let you this time.”
I squeezed his wrist in my hand, wanting to shove him back but not wanting him to stop. I really, really didn’t want him to stop. Mom had been driving me crazy this past week, and all I wanted was a release.
“Stop me, or I’ll really give you a reason to push me away.”
I didn’t know whether to moan, to nudge him away, or to do both. The pressure in my core rose with every moment. I needed something, anything. I stared him right in the eye, wanting to dare him. “What’re you going to do? Throw me to the ground and tear me apart piece by piece,” I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice. “Moon Goddess, I’m shaking in my bo—”
He growled lowly and plunged his hand into my underwear. Almost instantly, his fingers slipped into my wet pussy, thrusting in and out harshly. I gripped his broad shoulders, nails digging into the thick muscle.
Holy—
My pussy tightened on him, and I backed up until I hit the nearest tree, unable to hold myself together. The pressure
