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Her eyes widened. “Okay.” She’d heard the term before and had a basic understanding of it, but so much of what she’d read had been incorrect. “You’re the first wolf shifter I’ve met. What does that mean?”

“I can be…” He seemed to search for the right word. “Persuasive. I lead a pack of wolf shifters here in Mount Woodridge. My word is law. The pack follows my orders.”

“What does that mean for us? You say I belong to you, that we’re fated to mate. How does your role as alpha come in?”

“You would be beside me. As I lead the pack, you would become my counterpart, our female alpha. I may or may not come to you with decisions I face. You would become my support system. I’d lead the pack, but you’d become its heartbeat. You’ll grow to love the pack like family. You would help me lead the family, so to speak. Though, I have the final say on all pack-related decisions.”

Cautiously, she asked. “What does that mean for my art?”

Drew’s touch softened as he ran his knuckles down her cheek. “I’m not interested in changing you. From what I’ve seen, you’re incredibly talented and more resilient than I’d ever imagined. I want to help you soar in whatever way you want. But the pack has to factor in. I’m responsible for them. If you want to paint, go for it. I’ll be right there beside you, and so will the pack.”

Alyssa was about to ask another question when Drew continued. “And I meant what I said before. I’m modern. My pack is modern. We believe in equality between the sexes. We believe in equal opportunities for all. However, there is a hierarchy, and the alpha is at the top. So, Alyssa,” he said, his thumb sliding over her lower lip. “What is it you want to do?”

“I want to paint. And I want a family and a home.” She didn’t want to move again. She liked Mount Woodridge and suspected it had much to do with Drew. From the moment she’d driven past the welcome sign, she’d felt like she belonged. “But mostly, I just want you.”

Chapter Ten

Drew was done talking. Her words unleashed something in him. Tilting her head, he took her mouth, catching her startled gasp; then, seconds later, he felt the stroke of her tongue. Pushing the empty food containers from the table, Drew laid her down.

There was still much to talk about. He didn’t know where she had come from, who her parents had been, why they’d abandoned her, and whether she was half-shifter or full, but he doubted she knew the answer to any of those questions. And frankly, it didn’t matter. She was here. She could shift. And she was his.

“I have questions still!” She laughed when he broke their kiss and began licking and sucking a trail down her neck.

“You’ve been sitting on my lap with that hot, bare, little pussy, so unless those questions have something to do with you asking me nicely if you can have my cock, I don’t want to hear it.”

“Oh my God.” She squealed between fits of laughter. “Really?”

She was already ticklish, so she squirmed when his fingers grazed her sides. “You may also ask for more orgasms, but I promise by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me to stop because you just can’t handle another one.” His mouth returned to her neck, and he bit her earlobe with enough force to make her jump.

Easing away, he looked down at her. A smile was on her face, her cheeks were rosy, and her gaze hinted at mischief. He loved seeing her happy and less guarded. After hearing her story, he knew she had lacked more than support but also authentic joy and pleasure. She’d had to fight for everything and had no one.

That changed today.

When she relaxed, her giggling ceased, and her body lay limply against the wooden surface. He grabbed two handfuls of the T-shirt she wore and ripped it down the center.

“What are you—”

Before she could finish the thought, he had her nipple in his mouth. A thud echoed as her head hit the table. He pulled, tugged, and suckled until she thrashed against him, her fingers tangled in his hair as she cried out for more.

He felt like he was on fire as he straightened and undid his jeans. His skin itched, his wolf howled, and his blood sang. He wanted this woman like no other. He felt cooled and calmed wherever their skin touched like she was the salve to ease every hurt he’d ever encountered.

Needing the contact, he placed his palm on her flat stomach with one hand while he shoved down his jeans and briefs with the other. His hands slowly slid up her torso, stopping to rest in the space between her breasts. “Ask me nicely.”

Her smile was pure sin. “For what?”

Oh, this woman.

His hand continued up her body, closing around her jaw. His thumb rested over her bottom lip. Lower, he used his fingers to stroke her center, pausing a moment to appreciate the view. Her legs were spread around his hips, her body was laid out with firm tits and hardened nipples, and her hair was a mess of black silk around her shoulders. She was magnificent.

As his fingers slid through her wetness, a gasp escaped her lips, her breath hot against his thumb. His dick pulsed. He wanted his mate. “Ask me nicely,” he repeated.

Her tongue poked out between those delicious lips and licked over his thumb. He pushed the pad against the seam of her mouth. With a smile, she parted her lips and took his thumb into her mouth.

After a long, thorough lick and a talented circle with the tip of her tongue, she turned her head to the side. “Please let me suck your cock.”

Those words went straight to his balls.

This woman continued to surprise him. He straightened and dropped a hand to grip his shaft. “Since you asked so nicely.”

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