Page 62 of Isabel and the Werewolf Beast

“Dante,” she sighed my name and glanced over her shoulder.

I claimed her lips in a tender kiss then said, “I love you, Isabel. Whether you want me, you are mine and I’ll be by your side forever.”

She stretched a hand back and cupped my cheek. “It’s not a matter of wanting you.”

Chapter thirty-two

Isabel

Ispun around in Dante’s hold, experiencing the evidence of his sex dripping between my legs, but it was the bite mark on the back of my neck that pulsed in time to the beat of his heart. I’d read about werewolf mating in the books as I was sure he had too since those books were the ones we’d read under this tree.

“What did you do?” I asked, placing my hand on my neck.

“I claimed you as my mate,” he said while doinghis pants up.

“This is impossible.”

He bent and wiped his firm palms up the inside of my damp thighs, wiping away the evidence of our time together, but my body clenched in a renewed desire to have him inside me again.

“It can’t be impossible since I did it.” He lifted his palms to his mouth and licked them clean.

My core clenched watching the way his tongue worked over each finger reminded me how good he was at licking me with it. I ruffled the skirts of my dress back into place. Dante picked up my discarded underwear and shoved them into his pants pocket.

“Is that your trophy?”

“You’re my trophy.” He grinned. “That’s a souvenir of our first time.”

“You’re crazy.”

“You keep telling me that.”

“Maybe one day you’ll realize it.”

“Love, I’m crazy about you.”

I laughed. “You like to keep me guessing, don’t you?”

“You do the same to me.”

I shook my head. “I can’t believe you bit me.”

“You enjoyed it.”

“You enjoyed me biting you more,” I said.

“I did,” he said. “Want to bite me again?”

“You realize if I bite you, we’ll have sex again.”

“And the problem is?”

I laughed. “You’re too adorable.”

“Adorable like a puppy?”

“Yes, you are sometimes. You surprise me every day I’m with you. One minute you’re a sweet bookworm, the next you’re gentle and caring tending to my wounds, and then you become this lust-filled dominant alpha.”

“I’m not an alpha.”

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