Page 5 of A Forbidden Mating

“You would give yourself to me?”

“We’re mates. That’s how it’s done, little one.”

“Not all packs are this way. They form relationships built on alliances and gain,” she says.

“Then they’re fools.”

“Yes,” she says, her voice full of sadness.

I frown, not liking that emotion coming from her. I stare at her mouth, which I need to taste. I let my thumb brush absently over her glistening lip and bend down slowly.

“What are you doing?” she whispers.

“Kissing you, my little mate,” I respond with a smile just as my mouth touches hers. As my eyes close and my tongue slides between her lips to explore her, I can only think of one word to describe Jasinda.

Ambrosia.

She is my heaven.

I take my time, exploring her mouth leisurely, our tongues mating, dancing with one another, my hand rubbing up and down her side, doing my best to help her to relax and just enjoy the sensations. I’m pleased she’s into this just as much as I am, her inner wolf not allowing her to deny this, to deny me. The scent of her arousal fills my head, making me drunk from it all.

Slowly, her body eases against mine, her tongue becoming hungrier.

Our kiss becomes impatient. It’s so good, but yet does nothing to satisfy the need in us both. My hands slide under her shirt, pushing it up, needing her exposed to me.

Jasinda breaks away, her hands going over the top of mine, stilling my progress.

“Wait. We can’t do this.”

“But we can. I’m going to have you beneath me, begging me for my cock and I’ll give it to you, inch by inch.”

“I… we can’t… because…”

“Because what, Jasinda?”

“I’m not free, Colt. I’ve been promised to another,” she confesses.

Two simple sentences, but they ignite anger and hate so deeply inside of me that my wolf howls out, making Jasinda’s whimper.

She will not belong to someone else. I’ll kill anyone who tries to claim her.

She’s mine.

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JASINDA

This is insane, and something I should put a stop to it. But as I stare at Colt, feel the mating heat claim me, pushing away all other worries and fears, I know where this will lead.

I’m helpless to stop it.

“I’m yours,” he says in that deep, animalistic voice that sends shivers through my body.

It was those words that had something changing in me, that fear of mating, of being found, of being forced to be with someone, vanishing. Although mating is unavoidable, it isn’t like being betrothed as I was. It is something powerful and right, as if I’d been missing Colt my entire life, and now that I’ve found him everything in the world makes sense.

“We can go slow,” he growls out, but I can hear the need in his voice. It’s the same rising inferno I feel within me. “You hold the cards, little mate.”

I’m starting to breathe harder, faster. I can’t control it, can’t stop this. But I should. I don’t know Colt, yet I do. He’s a stranger, yet he’s not.

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