Page 37 of Wolf Forgotten

"Please." I was going to combust.

"Please, what?" He slid a finger in, and I gripped the table.

"Fuck me, Cole. Fuck me into this table, just... make me yours." The words felt right, and I turned my head to look down at him. "Now."

He had the most serious expression of concentration on his face as he slid in a second finger. "Telling the alpha what to do?"

I gasped as he leaned forward and licked me from ass to clit, burying his face as he worked his tongue over my sensitive bud. My legs trembled as my orgasm built from the tips of my extremities.

"Yes!" I cried out as my orgasm barreled down my spine, and Cole continued to eat me like a feast.

I was panting and spent by the time he stood and pushed his cock in, sending another wave of tremors through my body. He kicked a chair out from under the table and pulled me back against him, lifting one of my legs onto the chair.

"Fuck, yes." He grabbed my chin and brought my lips to his. He groaned into my mouth as he thrust harder.

My feet and hands were still tingling from my orgasm as a new one built deeper inside me. No other sexual experience compared to this, and I was going to come undone.

His lips ripped away from mine. "Mine," he growled and then bit into my shoulder.

My body lit up like a nuclear bomb, and I stifled my scream with the back of my hand as an orgasm so intense ripped through me I got spots in my vision.

Cole thrust one last time before he spilled inside me. Instinctively, I knew he had just marked me as his, but I didn't care.

He was mine too.

* * *

I smiledas I passed Cole coming back into the house from loading my suitcase into the bed of his truck. He winked, and my neck burned with a blush as he ran back up the steps and disappeared inside the house.

I slid the box onto the tailgate and was just about to head back in to make sure everything was ready to lock up, when a man on a Harley motorcycle pulled into the driveway right behind me.

He took off his helmet and ran a hand through his disheveled, dirty blonde hair that fell to his jaw. A jaw hidden behind a close-cut beard of the same color.

He threw his leg over the motorcycle, put the helmet on the seat, and came toward me with a shit-eating grin that lit up his entire face. Jesus. Who was this guy, the president of a motorcycle gang?

“Uh, hi?” I had never seen him before, but he looked like he knew me. “Can I help you?”

“I’m Silas.” He closed the distance between us with an outstretched hand. Shit, this was the other pack leader.

I didn’t know what else to do, so I stuck my hand out. If he had sent two guys to kill us, the last thing I wanted to do was to exacerbate the situation by refusing a handshake.

Warmth spread up my arm at his touch, and my eyes didn’t leave his darkened baby blues as he brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. His eyes narrowed slightly and then the grin was back.

“Did you just move in around here?” I faked nonchalance as I pulled my hand back and bit my lip. Damn. What was with my reaction to all these men?

“I’ve lived here all my life. I wanted to invite you to join my pack.” He shoved his hands in his front pockets and shrugged. "You should explore all the options available to you."

A growl came from behind me, and before I could even turn, Cole had Silas by the front of his shirt. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Silas held up his hands in surrender and laughed like being threatened by a growling man wasn’t anything new. “Just checking out what's brought Cole Delaney to where he doesn’t belong. I definitely see why now.” Silas looked over Cole’s shoulder at me. “What pack is she from?”

Cole shoved him toward his bike. “She’s from back east. Now, leave.”

“You always had trouble sharing your toys, Delaney.” Silas stepped forward, and I swore they were so close their noses were touching.

"You sent your betas to kill me." Cole seemed to use all his willpower to hold himself back from punching Silas in the face.

“What pack, Coco?" The grin on his face was just making the situation worse.

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