Page 28 of Fated to Him

“What is—” A howl goes up in the distance, cutting through my question about what exactly this sweet is supposed to involve. And how long? Because the thought of what comes after sounds exciting. “What was that?”

Malakhi kisses my throat. “Just Benji laying down the law. Nothing to fear.”

He grips my wrists and moves to pin them over my head.

A wolf snarls in my head, the sound startling me. I twist, shove, and somehow, Malakhi is on his ass, staring at me with his mouth gaping in surprise.

“Don’t pin me,” I say, as if I’d intended to do it.

Amusement fills my mind. It must be the new wolf’s presence inside me making herself known. Malakhi’s jaw hardens, his muscles tense, and I know what’s coming. I scramble to my feet and sprint away.

He’s chasing me.

A pulse of excitement makes my heart race. I’m fast. Faster than I was before, but he’s following me. I feel him closing the distance, and his heavy breaths stir my hair. I think of what he’ll do to me when he catches me. Adrenaline—and anticipation—spikes through my veins.

I almost turn back to see where he is. I’ve made up my mind to do it when his hands grip my waist, making me yelp right before he traps me against the nearest tree with his hard, naked body.

He’s breathing as heavily as I am. It isn’t because of how far we’ve run. This is nothing less than anticipation.

“I told you what would happen if you ran, Delilah,” he purrs in my ear.

I test his hold on me. His grip on my hips tightens as he uses his muscled thighs to pin me so I can’t move again. He inhales, groans, and slides one hand over my belly and angles down.

There’s no silencing my breathy moan.

He nibbles my earlobe. “You’re wet for me, mate. Did you not want sweet after all?”

I don’t know what compels me to grind my ass on him. Probably the same something that made me run when I knew he would chase me and what he would do to me when he caught me.

His fingers find me again, the thick, blunt tips making me whimper as I part my thighs for him. My knees tremble, and I grab the tree to steady myself.

“You like me chasing you.” He nips my throat.

I groan and rub myself harder on him.

“Don’t you?” he breathes against my skin.

His fingers plunge into me, drawing more moisture as I tip my head back for more caresses between my thighs and his lips on my throat.

He nips harder. “Tell me.”

My belly tightens at the command in his voice. “Yes.”

He locks one arm around my front and grinds the heel of his hand along my core. I gasp as my knees tremble harder, my legs not wanting to support me. “Malakhi!”

“Christ, you say my name like that, and I want to come, Delilah.” He kisses my throat once more and barks. “Your mouth. Give it to me.”

Confused, I blink my eyes open, struggling to think with his fingers between my thighs. I turn my head to the right, and his lips claim mine.

Oh, that’s what he meant.

At no point does he ever stop plunging his fingers inside me as his thumb brushes my clit.

I moan, gripping his wrist as my body arrows lightning-quick toward a climax I never saw coming. My first time was over so fast I wondered why anyone would want to repeat such a disappointing experience.

Now I get it.

Malakhi breaks the kiss. He locks his gaze with mine as he gives my clit one last firm stroke.

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