Page 16 of Possessive Mate

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him as if he were the very air that she breathed. She needed him more than life itself. Damn, she actually felt alive for the first time in months.

His touch was electric as he cupped her breast in one hand and squeezed deliciously. His other clenched around her buttock as he rubbed his cock against her.

Instinctively, Elena opened her legs wide. She needed this, she needed him.

Propped against the tree trunk, his body pinning hers to the bark, she was perfectly positioned to take him. His huge member sprang up between them, bouncing against her clit. The sheer, teasing pleasure of it made her groan low in her throat.

She couldn't take the waiting anymore. If he wasn't inside her soon, she might go insane with longing.

Reaching between them, she gripped hold of his cock.

The second she did, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been dashed right over them.

Hanson seemed to snap out of whatever had come over him in an instant, pulling back just enough for Elena's feet to hit the ground.

In the next second, he lashed out, striking the tree trunk above her head with his balled-up fist.

“Fuck!” he growled, his tone so filled with emotion that it brought tears to Elena's eyes. “We can't do this. You're Eddie's sister!”

“So what?” she demanded, her wolf whimpering with desperation. “You’re a grown man. I'm a grown woman. Eddie is Eddie.”

She shrugged her shoulders, looking at him with longing. But even as she spoke, guilt began to gnaw at her stomach.

“What the hell is the deal with you two, anyway?” Elena asked, closing her legs tight. The mood was gone quicker than it had come, and yet the longing remained.

Hanson stepped back, scoffing. He rubbed his hand over his mouth and growled, “Hell if I know.”

Elena's stomach twisted when he turned away from her. She was about to question him again when he added, “You should leave before I do something we’ll both regret.”

His voice was strained, and just looking at his muscular back, Elena could see the tension rippling through him as if he had clenched every single muscle to stop himself from turning back around to face her.

Pushing herself off the tree trunk, she raised a hand to touch him. Her fingertips lingered just beyond him, tingling with the desire to grab his shoulder and force him back around to face her.

She wanted to do things, all kinds of things that she would likely regret indeed, but she couldn't quite bring herself to attempt it.

“Hanson?” she whimpered, hoping that maybe she wouldn't have to be the one to initiate. His entire body quivered before her eyes.

“Go,” he snarled, “before I change my mind and never let you leave.”

This time, she was the one to quiver. His words were a threat, that much was clear, and yet her wolf was more than happy to take him up on the challenge.

It was only the smallest part of her rational human mind that made her turn back towards the manor.

I can't do this to Jason, she thought, using the guilt that grew inside her to stop herself from turning right back around.

She needed to run again, far and fast, before desire overwhelmed her once more and she threw herself at Hanson all over again. And so, she shifted, darting for the manor before she had a second to change her mind.

Chapter 7 - Hanson

For the entire day, Hanson's mind reeled with what had happened in the woods. He was sore after fighting those damn wolves that attacked Elena, but that wasn't the main problem. The border skirmishes had become a regular thing on patrol; they were a way of Christopher's pack testing the strength of theirs, he was sure, and so Jack also seemed to be when he reported the latest one to him.

But that wasn't what still had him riled as he lay in his bed that night, staring at the ceiling, at the square of moonlight that danced above his head.

Every time he closed his eyes, his lips started to tingle, and his hands began to ache, both with the memory of her.

She had been so warm, so soft, so desperate. And he had wanted more than anything to bury himself deep inside her. If only he had just done it and left himself to regret it later. Nothing could have been done about it then. He'd have had his release, and he would have made damn sure she did, too.

But she was his packmate's sister. It was wrong. And just imagining how Eddie had changed since she arrived, he couldn't bring himself to defile his relationship with a pack member like that.

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