Page 22 of Her Convict Wolf

Her breath hitches. “What kind of love is it now?” she whispers, like she hardly dares ask.

“It’s fierce, passionate. Full of desire to make you mine.” My voice comes out as a feral growl, but I’m not gonna apologize for it.

She makes a small sound, part gasp, part sigh, and she stares at me, her eyes bright and unblinking. “Maxim, I-I—” She breaks off.

“You don’t have to say anything.” I catch her hand and kiss it. “Just tell me you want me, too.”

Her tongue darts out and licks her lips. “I do. I want yousobad.”

I stare at her, hardly believing my own ears. This beautiful, stunning girl, who could have anyone, wants me, like I want her? I crush my mouth against hers again.

My beast pushes up beneath my skin.Claim her, right now,it roars.

She makes little whimpers as I plunge my tongue in deep. I imagine how she’ll sound when I push my cock inside her.

My cock is so hard, it hurts. I need more. I need to see her naked. Need to taste her sweet body.

“Show me,” I growl, against her lips.

“Huh?”

“Show me how you want me.” Fire is filling my blood, my cock is threatening to blow. But I need to know I’m not forcing her. I need to see my angel come to me of her own accord.

She draws back and something passes across her face. Her chest heaves as she takes a big breath.

Then she lifts up her shirt and tears it right off her head.

I swallow hard, and take in her pert tits for the first time. She’s wearing a pale pink bra. It’s lacy and transparent, and I can make out the outline of her nipples. And they’re hard. Aching to be taken into my mouth. While I’m still staring at them, mesmerized, she tugs at her jeans, pushing them off her hips. The scent of her arousal rises to my nostrils. A hot, fertile fragrance. She’s so ripe, so ready.

Her panties are also pink lace.

“Beautiful,” I growl.

She tilts her head to the side, looks shy again. “I hoped you might see them.”

Holy crap.“You thought that when you got dressed this morning?”

She bites her lip. “Uh huh.”

I’m dead.

A growl breaks from my throat. I can’t hold back a second longer. I want to claim her right now, out here in the wild. But this angel deserves a soft bed for her first time.

I snatch her up in my arms and drag her inside, kicking the door shut behind me.

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Emory

I lie backon Maxim’s bedsheets, trembling. A little bit from nerves, but mainly from my crazy, ridiculous need for him.

This is happening.

This guy—who I had a little-kid crush on, who’s been driving me insane with lust for the past two days—is really going to be my first.

The bedroom door creaks and I hold my breath as Maxim strides in.

Massive. Brutally handsome, with his scars and hard features. His presence fills the small room, and his eyes burn with pale light as they rake over me.

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