Page 27 of Wanderlust With Wolves

It burns away into something hotter, heavier.

Something undeniable.

His muzzle presses against my ear, the warmth of his breath spilling over my skin as he growls?—

"Found you, little red."

A shudder rips through me.

My red ribbons.

I picked them.

I tied them, knowing exactly what they meant.

And now?

Now, he’s claiming them.

Claiming me.

I twist in his grip, grab at the thick fur of his chest, dragging his face toward mine.

And then?—

I kiss him.

Hard.

He meets me with a hungry snarl, his arms tightening, his claws digging into my hips as his mouth devours mine, sharp and searing, all teeth and heat.

I want more.

I want all of him.

He rips away from the kiss, panting, his golden eyes burning through me, his restraint hanging by a thread.

“We’ll do this right.”

His voice is raw, thick with a promise.

I barely have time to breathe before he grabs my wrists, pulling the ribbons from his belt?—

And tying them around me.

A slow, deliberate binding, each knot a claim, each pull a promise.

His claws skim down my arms, over my sides, until he spins me, pressing me against a tree, my chest against the bark, his massive body caging me in from behind.

I gasp, his heat swallowing me whole, my ribbons tangled around my wrists—his ribbons now.

A deep rumble vibrates through his chest, reverberating through my spine.

“You smell like mine.”

His hands trail lower, spreading my legs with a deliberate nudge of his knee.

And then?—

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