Page 67 of Half Wolf Mate

“We shouldn’t,” he said. “Your leg. I don’t want to jar your injury.”

I let out a puff of breath. With the sexually charged state I was in, I forgot all about my wound. My endorphins flooded my system the instant he kissed me, so I didn’t feel a sliver of pain. “I’m fine, I promise,” I whispered.

After a moment’s hesitation, he swooped down to capture my lips again.

Chapter 28 Sydney

It was sheer bliss. Being in Cole’s arms, knowing he was ready to give a real relationship with me a try, was like the best aphrodisiac. I couldn’t get enough of him. Although, I think a small part of me was still doubtful about our future, so I wanted everything I could get from him at this moment in case I lost him.

His bare skin slid over mine as he feathered kisses down my neck and shoulder. My eyes fluttered closed as I savored the warmth his mouth created on my skin. One moment, I was on my back with him looming over me, and the next, I was flipped onto my stomach. The motion was swift but gentle.

My shocked gasp turned into a giggle. It still surprised me how strong he was. “What are you doing?” I asked, peeking at Cole over my shoulder. The carnal intent gleaming in his eyes made me shiver with delight.

He smirked. “Something you’ll like.”

There was no doubt I would. No one would ever handle my body the way Cole did. I didn’t want anyone else to. He pulled me up so I was on my knees, and my heart thumped with anticipation.

“Are you okay?” He murmured.

“Stop worrying about my leg, Cole. I’m fine.” Pain was an afterthought, with the delicious heat of his body engulfing me. My back was flush against his hard abdomen, and I tried to get even closer.

I was relieved when he stopped hesitating and touched me. His hand splayed over my stomach in a surprisingly possessive way. It drove away some of my deep-rooted anxiety. Carrying his child didn’t seem so daunting anymore. He’d be there for me. I knew he would. Even if things went south and he changed his mind about wanting a relationship, he’d stand up to his responsibility.

I’d learned a lot about the Alpha of the Moon Guardians. He wasn’t the aloof asshole I’d pegged him to be in the beginning. He was a stand-up guy who tried to do what was right.

His hand moved from my stomach and lower to brush my mound. I inhaled sharply as his fingers then moved between my thighs, teasing me. “Please, Cole,” I moaned.

“Please, what?”

Heat filled my cheeks. He was such a tease sometimes. That was how it always was between us in bed. He drew me out of my timid shell, and I turned into a wanton creature who was starved for sex.

“Hurry up and touch me.”

“Where?”

“Cole,” I growled.

His soft chuckle filled the room. Even the sound of his laughter was stimulating.

“Stop torturing me.” I had a love-hate relationship with his teasing. I loved it because it got me so riled up I usually combusted the moment he entered me. On the other hand, the frustration from not getting what I wanted immediately was maddening.

“You like when I torture you like this,” he purred, swiping a finger over my sensitive bud and between my slit.

I moaned. I certainly did. He kept going, stroking my clit until my breathing got labored. My head fell back against his chest. “So good,” I slurred, already drunk from pleasure.

“I want to make you completely mine, Sydney. Please, tell me that’s what you want, too.”

Confusion mixed with my rising ecstasy. “What do you mean?” I thought I was already his…through the mate’s bond.

“I won’t mark you without your permission.”

Shock resonated through me even as tension built in my core. “I…” I hadn’t even thought about that—hadn’t thought we’d ever get to this point after he rejected me. His mark on me would seal our fates forever. There would be no mistake that we belonged to each other if I bore his mark.

It would also put us in more danger. The pain of rejection was nothing compared to losing a mate after going through the marking ritual. He was stronger. He’d probably pull through without me. I knew I’d completely wither away without him if we went that far.

Cole tensed against me. “It’s okay,” he said. “No pressure. I understand that you still don’t completely trust me.”

Swallowing hard, I craned my neck to gaze at him. I’d take the risk because, well…he didn’t know I’d fallen for him despite him rejecting me. “Do it. I want to wear your mark.”

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