Page 89 of What a Wolf Demands

The wind picked up. A short distance away, the trees shook, their leaves rustling.

Her chest tightened, all the worries from the car hurtling back. Unlike Sophie, she wasn’t an Alpha’s daughter. She was a latent—and one quite likely on the verge of going feral.

Dom narrowed his eyes. “Whatever you’re thinking, I don’t like it.”

“I can’t let you do this,” she blurted.

He tilted his head in a wolflike gesture. “What is it I’m doing?”

The wind whistled around them, fluttering the edge of her shirt. She swallowed against the tears burning her throat. “You can’t love me, Dom. You’re a Beta. The second-in-command of the most powerful territory in the country. What will people think if you hook up with a latent?”

“I’ve already done that.” His eyes gleamed. “Can’t wait to do it again, actually.”

Frustration rose in her chest. “Don’t do that! Don’t try to distract me with sex.”

“Is it working?”

The hopefulness in his voice almost made her laugh against her will. Almost.

But she couldn’t afford to let him make light of things. She scooted her butt back, putting distance between them.

He stayed where he was, his powerful body kneeling in the grass. He should have looked ridiculous—a big male in leather crouching on the side of a highway. But he looked sexy as hell, his blue eyes bright in his tan face, a day’s worth of stubble shadowing his jaw. He’d skipped shaving so he could back her against the motel’s bathroom counter that morning, his sensual mouth slanted across hers, big hands running up and down her nude body still damp from her hasty shower. When she’d started to protest, one ear tuned for the sound of the Mississippi wolves waiting in the other room, he’d leaned close to her ear and nipped her, whispering, “Just let me steal one kiss, Lily. Just one for the road.”

It had turned into a whole lot more. Eyes blazing wolf blue, he’d sat her on the counter, spread her legs, and plunged into her.

She’d been ready for him, her sex wet and eager.

“Heels on the counter,” he muttered.

Drunk on lust, she complied, bracing her feet on the sink, her thighs splayed wide.

He reached between their bodies, found her clit, and rubbed her in tight, wet circles.

She bit his shoulder so she wouldn’t scream, drawing blood as he stroked in and out of her sex, his fingers wicked on her clit. He ran his fangs down her neck, raising a thin line of blood, then groaning as he licked it off.

“Wanted to taste you for so long,” he’d murmured, holding her thighs wide as he emptied inside her, his gaze locked with hers, blood dotting his lips.

The wind gusted hard, dragging her out of her memories even as her sex clenched.

Still crouching in the grass, Dom held her gaze.

And, oh, there was no question he was thinking of the morning, too.

“We can’t,” she whispered. “You can’t.”

He rose, closed the distance between them, and extended a hand.

She shook her head. “Don’t do this, Dom.”

He didn’t move, just kept his hand out, expectation in his eyes. “It’s done, Lily my love.”

Ignoring his hand, she scrambled to her feet. “Why?” The wind raged, tossing her hair. She barely noticed. Her attention was wholly on the infuriating male in front of her. “Why are you so determined to throw everything away?”

He laughed. He actually laughed.

Her anger climbed. “This isn’t funny!” She slashed a hand through the air. “You’ve got power, prestige. A family history that goes back thousands of years. You can’t be with a latent.”

He shrugged.

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