Page 110 of The Wolf King's Mate

I blinked.

“Take your clothes off, Princess.”

The command shouldn’t have turned me on, but it did. I hated myself for that, just a little bit. My wolf was practically vibrating with excitement, so I was blaming her.

“That was a command, not a request,” he stated.

“Fuck you. I’m not one of your wolves.”

He took a step toward me.

I took a step back.

“You are my mate, and you altered your scent without my permission. Take your clothes offnow.” He wasn’t joking.

My wolf surged to the surface, and my t-shirt was over my head a heartbeat later. My boots, socks, and leggings followed.

My bra and thong stayed on. I had enough control of myself to ensure that.

His eyes were narrowed as they moved down my figure slowly.

Too slowly.

Down, then back up.

I tried to slow my breathing. It was too fast. But it only grew faster as he took me in from head to toe.

Finally, he stepped forward.

I forced myself to stay where I was.

He prowled around me slowly, like he had in his shower that first day. This time, his fingers moved over my skin as he moved.

They brushed the small tattoo of birds flying over my collarbone. The moon and flowers on my ribcage, just below my breast. He crouched down to get a better view of the aspen trees wrapped around my ankle, growing up my calf.

When his hand slipped around my knee and he kneeled in front of me, my breath caught.

He leaned his nose to my core, pulled my panties aside, and inhaled my scent there.

His chest rumbled.

It sounded like approval, but that didn’t ease my tension. It could’ve been something else. Like anger.

“Which male had his hands this close to your breasts?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

“None. My artist is a woman.”

The woman his brother was looking for, but I didn’t say that.

His chest rumbled again.

Definitely satisfaction.

I relaxed a little—but then his tongue moved over my clit.

I choked on the air, grabbing his hair to hold myself upright when I nearly fell backward on my ass.

Enzo adjusted his grip to steady me, wrapping his hand around my ass before he snapped the fabric of my thong with a claw and tossed it aside. He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me up so he could kiss me deeper.

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