Page 18 of Wolf's Mark

Scrubs and tennis shoes wouldn’t cut it for a magical moment such as this.

The kiss was broken, an entirely different, almost possessive gaze pulling me into a tight vacuum. He rubbed the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip roughly, opening my mouth in the process.

Somehow, I had a feeling there was no going back with this man.

On this night I belonged to him.

CHAPTER 6

Jax

A hunter had captured his prey.

That’s all I could think about as I consumed her mouth for a second time.

Only she didn’t belong to me and I shouldn’t be here.

It wasn’t about the fact I didn’t know her at all. My reservations centered on an underlying feeling that I did know her. How and why was beyond me.

Yet I couldn’t seem to get enough of her taste. Her soft lips. The light caress of her fingers as she tried desperately to control her strong urges.

Sedona was sweet and innocent, a woman to be treasured instead of ravaging her like the rogue I truly was.

As the moment of intimacy became rougher, she didn’t seem to mind the fact I was dominating her tongue or her time.

I could sense her awakening, her desires outweighing her earlier fear of the man who’d likely saved her life. That was the truth, the two assailants prepared to end the women’s lives just because they wanted the SUV.

Her body twisted against me, the delicious fragrance of her longing lingering in my nostrils. As I took long strides out of the kitchen, she finally struggled to jerk my shirt from my trousers. Her passion was as heated as mine, her long fingers frigid as she touched the scalding skin on my back.

But I relished her touch and the way she was finally letting go.

She became more aggressive in her actions as well, shifting her head and moaning into the kiss. I’d never been one for extended foreplay, but her soft lips and hot mouth were both worth taking time to explore.

Every moment made it more difficult to keep the need from driving all my darkness to the surface.

I was so unused to the sensation of losing control that beads of sweat rolled down both sides of my face.

But nothing would stop me from taking the stunning woman.

When she pushed against my shoulders, I wasn’t surprised. I was when she smiled more seductively than before.

“Where are we going?” I asked as I moved past the living room.

“Bedroom. Last door down the hall.” She tossed her head over her shoulder as she ripped at my shirt.

The short dress she’d been poured into was already around her waist and the feel of her thighs pressed against me was driving me crazy. I was ready to sink my cock into her wet pussy. Iwanted to claim all of her, pushing her to the brink of complete rapture.

Perhaps that wasn’t very gentlemanly of me, but I also had never been considered a true gentleman.

I was brusque and hard, demanding everything I wanted.

But with her I wanted to be more tender, perhaps fearful I would break her.

“You have no idea who you attracted,” I told her as I used one hand then the other, finally managing to tug the dress over her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her rosy nipples creating a surge in how hard my cock throbbed.

Her nipples were already fully aroused. Her panties were already damp. And her sweet scent was invigorating as hell.

The bedroom was easy to find. With the door closed, she reached for the knob, almost slipping from my hold in doing so. Her laugh was practically a sonata, the lush lilt echoing in my ears, as it would for some time.

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