Everything inside of me was yelling, no shouting and demanding that I take her. Pull her out of her seat and put her on my lap. Show her exactly how I felt about her. How badly I wanted her.Claim her,that dark little voice in my head said a little louder.Take her. Breed her.That last thought had been playing in my mind on repeat.

I knew I wanted her.

I wanted to sink into the tight little virgin pussy, stretch and mold her around my cock, the one and only she’d ever take, and make her addicted to the pleasure only I could bring her. But breeding her? That was how I knew this wasn’t just for a moment or some kind of fun fling. She was mine. She’d be mine.

Claim her, that voice said a little louder. Breeding her, though? That would leave long-lasting consequences. Consequences I wanted to see to fruition. She turned, and I watched her uncertain gaze connect with mine. It coaxed the small sane part of me that was left back into the driver’s seat.

“There’s my girl,” I whispered. She shivered, and I knew her peaches-and-cream skin would be covered in goose bumps. “What did you think we were going to do tonight?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Libby answered so softly I worried I’d imagined it.

“It does matter,” I pushed, my voice somehow steady, even though my heart beat erratically in my chest. “Everything about you matters, Lib. Tell me.”

“I thought we’d, you know…” My sweet little innocent princess. Too shy to spit it out. But I needed her to. I needed her to use her words.

“No. Tell me.”

“I thought you’d ask me back to your place or…” Her eyes dropped for a moment, and when our gazes touched, I pushed the conversation forward.

“Or what?”

“You could stay with me.” The words tumbled out so fast they almost sounded like gibberish.Almost.

“You want me to stay with you, little girl?” I asked. She licked her top lip with the tip of her bubble-gum-pink tongue. “I stay over, there are rules.”

“Like a safe word?” she whispered with wide eyes. I had to clear my throat to stop myself from grinning because of how fucking adorable she was.

“What do you know about safe words, Lib?”

“I read.” She shrugged and tipped her pretty nose upward

“I know you read.” My lips twitched. My sweet little princess wasn’t as innocent as she seemed. “But what are you reading that’s teaching you about safe words?”

“Romance—" I was about to interrupt when she kept sharing with a hint of attitude in her voice that got me even hotter. “And there is nothing wrong with that! I might be a virgin, but it doesn’t mean I don’t have needs.” I watched her face change with slight embarrassment when she realized what she’d just said. “I just, I mean…” Jesus, she was cute!

“Shh…” I leaned in closer, fucking glad for the first time I didn’t have some monster big car. Our foreheads touched and our breaths mingled. Hers sweet, slightly smelling like beer. “No safe words.”Not yet at least.“But you’ve been drinking. No way I can make any kind of claim with you under any kind of influence.”

“Claim?”

“Mi vida, when I take you, when I claim you, there won’t be any going back. I think you know what kind of man I am. I set my mind to something, I don’t give up on it.”

“But––“

“No buts.” I shook my head. There was no way I’d let her twist this. “I need you to understand you’re mine.” Her eyes flashed with something as her body leaned in closer.

“What does that mean?”

“What do you think it means?” I knew I was deflecting, trying to gain some time, some control so that the thing in me, the feral animal inside of me that was obsessed with her, wouldn’t rear its ugly head and give her a glimpse of it.

“I don’t like to play games.”

“I’m not playing games, Libby. I want you. Tell me you don’t want me.”

“Just like that?” she questioned, ignoring the last thing I’d asked. I let it slide.

“When you know, you know.”

“And you think you know?” One day, I’d bring this conversation up, and she would wonder how the hell she ever possibly could think I didn’t know just how much I wanted her. How much I loved her. How meant for each other we were.