Page 137 of Mated to the Wolves

Cadoc dismisses him with a wave of his hand. “We’ll be there.”

“Pack for the weekend,” Alphonse suggests.

The request is odd. “May I ask why?”

“You said it yourself; this isn’t something that can be planned in one evening.” Anrik shrugs.

It’s a trap we have no choice but to walk straight into with our heads held high.

Kirk steps between Anrik and Cadoc when the vein in his forehead begins to pulse. “What time should we arrive?”

“Six o’clock will do,” Anrik says. “Dress to impress.” He winks at Bo, and the messengers depart.

“You don’t think you’re going to walk into that dinner unclaimed, do you?” Bo steps in front of me, Cadoc and Kirk walk away.

“I am claimed.”

“Not properly. Do you think I’d let anyone else take my place?”

I lick my lips. My heart races. “You think I’m so easily swayed?”

“We both know with enough force the choice can be taken out of your hands. I won’t risk that.”

“I’m not ready.” My voice wavers.

“We’re past that, Princess.”

Dry mouthed, stare at him. “You can’t just take whatever you want.”

“No. but I can claim what’s mine.” Bo caresses the side of my neck with his thumb. “Sweet little Princess trapped by the Big Bad Wolf.”

I inhale sharply as his thick scent permeates the air. Slick flows from my pussy, soaking my underwear. Bo’s nostrils flare.

“You want this as badly as I do, don’t you, Princess?”

“No.”

“Pretty little liar. I can smell you.” He presses his broad hand against my bare belly and his warmth sinks into my skin. I fight the urge to lean into his touch. My muscles flex.

“There’s no need to be ashamed. I’ve wanted you for a long time, even when I shouldn’t. You, a paint splattered outcast with her head constantly in a book had me hard as steel.”

His admission is the last thing I expected. “I wanted to feel that fire you directed my way at every turn. You never cared about my money or my looks. Nothing I did swayed you.”

“So, you made my life hell?” My tone is caustic enough to melt through metal.

“I kept those judgy eyes fixed on me by any means necessary.” Leaning down, he nips at my lower lip. “And now that I’ve ensnared you in my web, escape isn’t an option.”

“Whether I want it or not?”

He chuckles and the walls of my pussy flutter in response.

“Still want to play games?” He yanks me to him.

His nail sharpens into a claw and he slices through the cotton material. My nipples pucker in the cool air. Circling my stiff peaks, the sensation of the touch he skates the edge of pain. I suck in a breath.

“Careful, Princess. I don’t want you to get hurt.” The hunger in his gaze, says the exact opposite.

Leaning in, he traces my lips with the tip of his tongue.

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