Page 38 of Deadly Wolf Bite

With a growl, he sheaths himself inside me, and I gasp at the sudden explosion of sensation. Slowly, he slides nearly out again, and I feel myself contract around him.

All at once, he slams into me again, and the pace is set. I grip his shoulders, holding on and meeting his strokes as my pleasure builds. The fact that we’re sitting out in the open, where anyone could drive up and see us, only adds to the thrill.

Grey’s gaze grows darker and darker as he thrusts into me. I can see the tension building inside him, and it only makes me want to drive him higher. The furious jealousy from earlier is gone. In its place, there’s a tug in my chest—like some sort of cord has been loosed, connecting us. There’s no time to understand it as my pleasure sends me careening toward the edge.

Grey’s eyes are intent and knowing, and I can’t help but feel that he senses this cord binding us too—and welcomes it.

“That’s it, darling. Give me everything you have,” he coaxes.

The cord in my heart yanks harder, and I fly up and over the edge as I come for him.

His name is a broken cry on my lips as my orgasm sends me soaring.

Grey’s body tenses. He grips my hair, pulling my face to his until we’re eye to eye, so close I can feel his breath. “Mine,” he growls then his body shudders, and he comes hard.

I cling to him, riding out the aftershocks until we’re both quiet.

Grey kisses me softly, leaning his forehead against mine. With my eyes closed, I breathe him in, enjoying the way it feels to be in his arms like this. My heart rate finally slows, and I take a deep, steadying breath before pulling back to look at him.

His smile is soft and genuine.

The earlier hunger is gone; sated…for now.

But I can’t help trying to make sense of the strange tug I felt earlier. It could’ve just been a sex thing, except that I still feel it, even now. Faint, but there. I’m afraid he’ll think I’m crazy, so I don’t say anything. But in my heart, I know that whatever connection we just made, it’s unbreakable.

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GREY

Lexi’s arms are draped over my shoulders, her forehead resting against mine. This moment feels like the closest thing to peace I’ve had in weeks. It’s not just the orgasm or the fact that my wolf had some freedom tonight. It’s knowing Lexi felt the mate bond. Her scent was full of untamed jealousy earlier. A possessiveness that could only come from the mate call.

Her wolf is in there, I’m sure of it. And as soon as its freed, I’m going to claim her as mine.

I pull my forehead away from hers and study her in the darkness. “How are you feeling?”

Her cheeks flush. “Better. I don’t know what came over me.”

I could tell her, but I don’t. Not yet. Not until I can bite her without possibly killing her.

“Your wolf,” I say distractedly, leaning in to inhale the smell of her throat—which is really just another form of torture at this point.

“What about it?” she asks, breathless all over again.

I straighten, an idea forming. “Can I try something?”

“What?” she asks warily.

“Do you remember when my father suppressed my wolf?”

She winces. “At the lake house. Yes. It looked painful.”

“It was. But it makes me wonder… Maybe that’s what happened to you?”

“You think someone suppressed my wolf? How would that work?”

“Someone—an alpha—would’ve commanded your wolf to recede into the background. With an order.”

“Wouldn’t I feel it though? You seemed pretty upset over not being able to access your wolf. Like you were still aware of it inside you.”

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