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But her mate seemed to enjoy her gasp of surprise, because he ate it up and lifted her higher until her legs were on either side of him, the robe falling open so there was nothing but his pants between their skin.

When he pressed her against him, she felt him harden, and every thought in her head vanished until all that was left was the burning need he’d ignited.

Rolling her hips against him, opening her mouth to give him whatever he wanted, she was ready to let him claim her right there on this stone floor.

A small snarl escaped her when his tongue slid inside her mouth to caress her canines. It was too soft. Vix pressed her whole body to his, needing to get closer. It didn’t matter that his silver was burning her or that she should be taking this slow because he couldn’t scent her…

But she could scenthimand it was seductive, slipping through her body and mind to tell her he hungered for her. He might even bestarvingand only she could give him what he needed.

Her snarl became a soft moan when his hand slid up her back to hold the nape of her neck like he owned her. It was such a possessive touch that she kissed him harder, hoping he’d take what he wanted with teeth and claws.

Could he at leastfeelhow much she wanted him? Could he hear the sound of her heart pounding and her breath catching? Could he feel the heat between her legs, right up against his hardness?

Before she could ask him with human words, the alpha stood without warning and gently set her on her feet. “Let’s get you into some clothes, Vix.”

What.

The.

Fuck.

Chapter 15

Vix

Vix blinked, wondering if she’d just hallucinated kissing the alpha.

Dropping her gaze to the massive bulge in his pants, she could see a small glistening patch where she’d left evidence of her desire on him.

So…he was just ignoring how ravenous he was?

Okay then…

But they were mates. How was he able to ignore how right it was every time they touched?

Watching him head for the door like nothing had happened made her want to pounce on his back and drag her claws through all those names until he wasforcedto pay attention to her – to acknowledge this thing between them.

But he couldn’t scent her.

Even if he was aware her body wanted him, he couldn’t smell it or the mate bond. She was soulless in shifter terms, and he probably found it disturbing.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to shove back the wrath boiling in her veins so she wouldn’t take it out on him. Samuelhad let her kiss him. He’d even kissedheron his own. This was progress.

Infuriatingly slow progress, but whatever.

Maybe she could tease one of the others into fucking her. Somewhere the alpha couldn’t pretend not to see or hear it.

His bed would be too obvious, right?

Dropping the robe on the floor, she grabbed the clothes he’d put on the sink and pressed her face to the fabric, forcing her body to cool down – sliding back into that familiar ice.

Mylo’s scent rose from the fabric and it was musky and warm like lemons under the summer sun. The fabric was pure white, and she pulled it apart to find a sweatshirt and sweatpants. He must have put these somewhere that would absorb his scent because she could barely smell the soap under all his deliciousness.

Vix trailed after the alpha, wondering if he was just taking it slow or if he never planned to take her body for his own.

If he didn’t want her body, then why had he come looking for her? Was he just being possessive and territorial?

Or maybe his desperation was a bit more complicated than just physically claiming a mate.

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