Page 101 of The Alpha's Fated Choice

“This is her will,” the woman on the other end tells me abruptly. “Aphrodisiacs works differently on shifters. They still have some control. If she sought you out, it’s because she feels safest with you. She wants your touch. Some part of her knows that. And if I were you, I’d give her the mating mark.” Elsa’s words are cold and brutal. “Tie her to you. You can keep her safe.”

Before I can ask her what she means, the line goes dead. I stare at the receiver.

Keep her safe from what?

I’m nearing the end of my rope with the way the woman behind me is so intent on seducing me. Turning around, I let her push me up against the wall. Her fingers tear my shirt, and then her mouth licks my chest and abs.

I could tie her up. Maybe then she won’t hate me when she recovers.

When will that be?

“Come on.” I harden my heart and drag her to the bedroom. “You’re going to stay in here, and we’re going to keep our hands off each other.”

I don’t have the heart to tie her up or gag her. I shove her inside and slam the door shut. Grabbing the knob, I hold the door closed with all my strength.

There’s silence for a few seconds, and then Sophia tries to pull the door open. When it doesn’t budge, she starts pounding on it. When that elicits no response from me, I hear her whine. She sounds like a wolf. Even if she’s unable to shift forms, she’s closest to her animal right now. And unlike her human self would under normal circumstances, her wolf doesn’t understand this rejection.

The sounds coming from her are mournful, pained whimpers.

I keep hold of the doorknob, muttering to myself, “Stay strong. You’re doing this for her.”

When her cries grow in volume and intensity, my wolf begins to crash against its cage, desperate to get out.

I see the fur sprouting on my hands as my animal resorts to taking over my human form. Just then, I hear a crashing sound from inside the room. Heart in mouth, I open the door and see Sophia ramming herself against the window. She’s managed to tear down the curtain rod.

I gape at her. She’s trying to get out.

Get out and do what? Find somebody else to deal with her situation?

A wave of anger and jealousy floods through me. I pull her back, into my chest, and growl, “Where the fuck are you going?”

When her eyes meet mine, it’s her wolf staring at me, and it’s mesmerizing.

My own beast howls.

Sophia’s hands rip my already torn shirt, and the remnants fall to the ground.

I sigh. “Well, now you’ve done it.”

She pushes me against the wall, but it only takes me a second to reverse our positions. “You want my cock? Fine. But we’ll do it my way.”

She bites down on my pec, hard enough to draw blood, and a dark, amused laugh leaves my mouth. “I always knew you would be a handful in bed.”

I gather her loose, flowing hair in one tight fistful and pull her head back. Ravaging her mouth, l use my claws to make quick work of her jeans, letting the shreds of cloth flutter to the ground.

Aside from her underwear, she’s completely naked. And gorgeous.

Every inch of her skin is made for my hands.

My mouth traces wet kisses along her jaw, down her neck. I can feel the draw of the place where my mating mark should be.

Claim her.

It would be so easy.

I pull her panties to the side as I lick that spot on her neck, her mewls driving me insane. She sounds so wanton, so needy.

My free hand cups her breast, stroking, squeezing, marking the flesh with the pressure of my fingers. I could lick her all over and still not satiate my hunger. My grip on her hair is forceful as I use my mouth and hands to map her body.

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