Page 152 of The Wolf King's Mate

“Someone’s coming,” I gritted out.

The bastard’s paws faltered.

“Please.” She dragged the word out as her hand slipped between her thighs.

I started to move, to turn back to her, but forced myself to stop.

I had to protect her.

Her safety came first.

I clenched and unclenched my fists.

My cock jerked, causing me physical pain with every movement.

I needed her.

I fucking needed her. And she needed me. But?—

“Please, Enzo,” she breathed.

I gritted my teeth.

At her words, the wolf skidded to a stop.

He shouldn’t have been able to control himself. Not with her pheromones hitting him.

But he did. He stopped.

Before he turned and ran back in the direction he’d come from.

Thank fuck.

I crashed to my knees, pushing Aspen’s thighs open as I filled her again.

Her cries of relief turned to screams of pleasure as we got off together again, and again.

All thoughts of the other wolf were forgotten.

It was just me and her.

My mate.

Finally.

When we cameto our senses and I pulled out for the last time, we were caked in dirt and cum.

“We need showers,” Aspen said, her voice groggy as she dragged a gritty arm over her face. “Did you know that would happen?”

“We wouldn’t have sealed our bond in the woods if I knew that was going to happen, Princess.” I eased her to a sitting position alongside me and sniffed the air.

There had been another wolf there. He was part of my pack, but he hadn’t gotten close enough for me to distinguish his scent.

Yet.

“I have to go hunting,” I said, and panic flashed in her eyes. “Not a rogue. There was someone out here with us. I have to figure out who. We need to know why he didn’t try to attack us when your pheromones hit. He had the sense to turn and run the other way.”

Her panic faded and her forehead creased. “Are you sure he was close enough?”

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