Page 49 of Forced Plus-Size Mate

“Protecting me is one thing. This was a brawl.”

“I can’t be held responsible for that. He started it, and I did what I had to do. Trust me, Amanda. I know guys like that, and it was always going to end in violence.”

I hold back my reply, fearing he might be right.

We get back to his place, and I make him sit at the kitchen table while I find some supplies and start tending his wounds. The cut across his forehead is still bleeding, and even though it’s neat, made by an extremely sharp blade—or claw—it appears to be right down to the bone.

“This might scar,” I say, cleaning it gently. “On a human, it definitely would. You almost lost your eye, Body.”

“I didn’t even notice at the time,” he says, trying to stay still for me. “Not even sure how it happened.”

“I think Bailey was wrong. Maybe you do need stitches.”

“Nah,” he says dismissively. “It’s kind of itchy, which means it’s knitting back together already. Wolves are fast healers.”

“Yeah, I know.”

I put down my cotton swabs and cup his cheeks in my hands, tilting his head a little so I can see the cut from a differentangle. The bleeding definitely seems to be slowing down, and the edges of the cut have shrunk.

I realize that I’m holding Body’s cheeks and he’s staring up at me, his eyes wide and intense. He’s completely relaxed in my grip, letting me tilt his head up and down.

I meet his gaze, stroking his cheeks a little with my thumbs. He smiles, and it’s a small one, but extremely soft and satisfied.

“I’ve missed your touch,” he murmurs. “And you.”

The memories of our long afternoons and evenings come back to me then, searing in their intensity. Days of wasting time, lying in bed wrapped around each other as the world outside vanished into insignificance.

And I thought that was our future. But Body is the one who threw it away.

I jerk backwars, but he grabs my wrists.

“Please, Amanda,” he whispers. “Please, stay. I’ve waited ten years to say this. Stay with me. I was a fool to let you go, and I deserve anything you want to do to me… but please, stay. Give me another chance.”

Pain splits my chest as hot tears fill my eyes. I’ve never been so terrified in my entire life, but I can’t ignore this plea. It strikes through me, straight into my heart.

To deny this now would be an insult to my soul.

I lean in and press my lips to his, gently at first, then harder. Body pulls me forward, and I fall into his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist.

I lean back and pull off my sweater. Body moans, lowering his mouth to my nipples. One of his strong hands wrapsaround my back, bracing against me, while the other gropes at my breasts, squeezing them and tracing my soft skin with his hard fingers.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he gasps.

“I missed you, too,” I moan, cupping his head with both hands and thrusting my chest at him. His arm tightens on my waist, and he buries his face even deeper between my breasts.

Arousal builds in me, a warm pressure that throbs between my thighs and traces lines of fire across my skin. I wrap my legs tightly around Body and grip his shoulders, thrusting against him.

He stands up, grabbing my ass and spinning us around to put me on the table. His hands go for the button on my pants but clash with mine, making both of us chuckle.

“I’ll handle my own zipper, then,” he says. “Since you don’t need help.”

“Oh, I need help,” I answer, wiggling my legs. He grabs my pants and yanks them off, hurling them across the room.

I brace my arms behind me, smiling up at him. Body’s eyes travel over my body, gasping as his breath heaves in and out. His pupils are wide and his face is blank as he stares at me.

Suddenly, he growls low in his throat. I jump a little, feeling a slight twist of fear in me as his wolf shimmers in his eyes. Then he reaches out and grabs the waistband of my underwear, ripping it off with a quick twist of his hand.

I yelp in shock, but he doesn’t even seem to notice as he pushes my thighs aside and buries his face in my pussy.

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