Page 52 of A Wolf's Heart

With a smile, I grasped the edges of her button-up shirt and pulled. Buttons went flying, but she didn’t seem to mind, especially when I reached in and pulled the top of her bra down, releasing her tits, the bra beneath now pushing them up.

I pinched and teased a nipple with one hand while the other shifted back down to where she wanted me most. Her pussy was dripping onto the soft skin of her thighs as I spread her arousal around, rubbing her clit to make her breath hitch as I showed the camera her beautiful, pink pussy.

Through our link, I heard Weylin bite out a hiss. Rainor’s growl was low.

I slipped two fingers into her, and her head fell back against my shoulder. “I want you to come for us, mate.” I moved myfingers and found the magical spot that had her jumping. Using my arms to hold her in place, I pressed my palm firmly against her while she circled her hips, grinding onto me.

As she arched her back, her ass pressing into me, I couldn’t stop myself. I thrust up against her, continuing the rhythm with my hand. I became lost in her smell and her taste. I licked the soft skin behind her ear before nipping at her shoulder.

Lila screamed out as she came hard on my fingers, my cock pulsing my own release. Her skin beaded with a cold sweat, the temperature of her body slowly returning to normal as she relaxed into me. I grazed my teeth back and forth on the skin of her shoulder, tempted and wanting.

Kage. Lay her down, Rainor said.

I’m not objecting to claiming her, but she wouldn’t want it this way, Weylin whispered, as though he worried his thoughts in my head would wake her.

I slipped my arms under Lila and stood, my pants falling to the ground. I kicked them off before walking to her bedroom. I laid her on top of the covers, then folded them up around her. She was shivering.

Stepping out of the room, I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I was disappointed in myself for allowing my release. It was supposed to be about her getting through the first wave, and only her. I would be under better control next time.

The mutt was standing outside the back door, so I let him. He went straight back to Lila’s room, and I hoped he would keep her warm.

The coldness of the night air had never bothered me in the past. Shifter blood ran hot, so it took a lot for us to physically feel cold. However, after holding Lila’s heated body in my arms, I got a chill when stepping out into the evening air.

Familiar howls echoed in the distance, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before the other two arrived. I shifted with one leap offthe porch, the movement fluid and natural, and then I got to work. We had a long week ahead of us, and I was determined to saturate these grounds with my scent to prevent any male from coming close to my mate.

I wasn’t the only one who felt this way. I ran into the forest, four paws itching up ground, when my two betas joined me. We would patrol the area, put the woods on lockdown, and be ready to fight anyone stupid enough to walk in during our mate’s most vulnerable time.

Tonight, as she slept, she was the most protected female in the land.

15

LILA

Iwas awake in my bed—I knew it was my bed because of the scent—but there was no way in hell I was about to open my eyes and face the embarrassment of what I had just done. I rememberedeverything.

Kage’s scent was all over my body, an instant reminder of every single place he had touched. Not only that, but it was a reminder of everywhere I had touched him, rubbed against him,lickedhim. I hadn’t been in a daze, nothing had been controlling my body—I’d wanted him.

I was attracted to Kage. He was probably close to three-hundred pounds of pure grumpy sexiness. He was rough and broody, the scruff on his face sent shivers down my back every time he ran his chin against my cheek, and his scent was intoxicating. I was getting a little worked up now as I thought about all the things I was attracted to.

What I wasn’t attracted to was how he manipulated situations, throwing around the possibility of me not being claimed as if it were a weapon, and how he was downright cruel to anyone who crossed his path on a bad day. I thought of Clark. He hadn’t deserved to be exiled. He’d had every right to challenge me and ensure I was right for the pack.

With a shake of my head, I forced myself to focus on my current predicament. I couldn’t live here, in my bed, forever.

I opened my eyes, relieved to see that, although my door was open, I was alone in my room, aside from Max curled over my legs. I tried to take a deep breath in through my nose and see who I could smell, but Kage’s scent really did saturate my senses.

I needed a shower, I could feel how sticky my thighs were, but…I liked his scent. My wolf didn’t want to lose it.

There was a knock at the front door, and Max perked up before slipping off the bed. I sighed. Now was as good a time as any. I pushed off my covers and quickly closed the bedroom door. I didn’t care who was here right now; I wanted to be comfortable.

I wasn’t upset that I had no pants on, since I distinctly remember Kage pulling them off. I wasn’t upset that my blouse was ripped open, though I was disappointed that buttons were missing. It was my favorite badass detective shirt. I was absolutely upset that I had my damn bra on. It was all cockeyed and digging into me.

I pulled the cursed thing off and tossed it to the ground. Then I grabbed a pair of cotton pajama bottoms and a cotton tank top. I went to open the bedroom door but stopped when I saw my reflection in the mirror that hung on the back. Squinting at my chest area, I was in complete disbelief… Had my breasts seriously grown two sizes? And my ass! What the hell? It looked fuller, more plump.

With a shake of my head, I left the safety of my room to brave whatever would be waiting for me.

I was expecting to see all three guys. It was almost a given I’d see Kage, though I had somewhat hoped he had left to go back to his tower. Instead, he stood, while Rainor and Weylin both sat on the couch. What I hadn’t expected was the female standing in my house, wearing thick black glasses and very boldmakeup, her blonde hair done up in a bun. She was dressed in professional attire, with a briefcase and all, but the growl that ripped through me was anything but professional.

The scent of honey crisp apples was very minimal in my house, but that small amount was still enough to set off something very primal in me.

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