Page 80 of Hunt Me

“You are mine to protect,” he says. “Mine to touch or not. No one else’s.”

His words send a burst of heat straight to my core. I hate that his possessiveness turns me on. I hate that the mate bond has reduced me to this. To him. More than anything, I refuse to let him see how much I want that touch. From him and no one else.

“Tell me about your bloodline,” I whisper.

His eyes flash with something I can’t read. He steps back. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, and I know he’s just as affected as I am. Just as frustrated. Just as turned on.

“No.”

I glare. “You’re keeping something from me. I want to know what it is.”

“Whatever I’ve kept from you is none of your business.”

“Then I’m none of yours either,” I hiss.

His eyes narrow. “Everything about you is my business.”

“You don’t get to say I belong to you and then refuse to tell me anything about you.”

“That’s exactly what I get to do.”

“Ugh. You’re infuriating.”

“Right back at you, darling.”

I stare at him, wildly violent thoughts running through my mind. The idea of choking him to death is particularly appealing right now.

“I love when you look at me like that,” he says.

“Like what?”

“Like you want me.”

“The only thing I want to do is kill you.”

He steps closer, his breath warm and delicious against my face. “To attempt that, you’d have to touch me. Does the thought bring you pleasure?”

“You have no idea.”

“Oh, believe me, I do. I’ve already taken three showers today just to relieve myself of the madness of the moon. I want you so bad I can’t think straight.”

I blink, stunned.

“You didn’t seem bothered earlier. You were so calm.”

“This morning, finding you naked in your bed, I almost took you right there. The moon fever is like nothing I’ve felt. Wanting you is like nothing I’ve felt. But seeing what that bear would have done… the idea of losing you outweighed all else, even the moon fever itself. I can bear anything except losing you.”

His words untangle me.

“I want you too,” I blurt before I can take it back. “And it pisses me off.”

He grins like he’s just won something.

I scowl. “Don’t look so smug about it.”

But his smile darkens into desire, and I find myself unable to look away. “Show me.”

“What?”

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