Page 66 of The Wolf King's Mate

“Get this through that thick little skull, Princess.” My voice was low, my anger rising swiftly with the way she referred to herself, and her heat. “I’m not going todealwith anything. I’m taking you to my cabin for a few days because I want to. I’m feeding you because I want to. I’m spending your heat with you because I want to. And when I get to fuck that sweet little cunt, it'll be because I want to. I don’t owe you anything. I don’t have any guilt or pity over your past. I want to feel you wrapped around my cock, and this is a damn good excuse to get that.”

She was silent, but the scent of her desire teased my nose.

My words had turned her on.

My cock was hard as a fucking rock, and she’d see it sticking straight up if she looked over the console. My sweats didn’t do a damn thing to conceal it.

I was going to have to start wearing jeans if I couldn’t get my desire for her under control. Given the erection I had nearly every minute I spent with her, getting it under control seemed unlikely.

“You really need to stop calling me little. I’m always the tallest woman in the pack. I usually tower over the groupies. Even Fletcher only has four inches on me. I’m not small just because you’re a freaking giant.”

She was rambling.

The scent of her desire was thickening, though. She was trying to distract herself from wanting me, too.

“I’m going to read a book,” she finally said. “If there’s a next time, I get to buy the groceries.”

“When there’s a next time, you can use my card to buy our groceries, as my mate.”

She scowled. “I still haven’t agreed to that.”

“I still have yet to meet anyone who could take you from me.”

She made a noise of complaint, and opened her iPad.

She could read as many books as she wanted. I wouldn’t complain. I’d seen the covers of the books she read when I made Hunter help me transfer her settings to her new devices, and our room always smelled like her desire when she was reading. If she wanted to get turned on by her romance books in my truck, I sure as hell wouldn’t stop her.

Maybe it could make up for my lack of romance. I wouldn’t even know where to begin when it came to wooing a female. I rarely visited the bars with my brothers, and when I did, there was no talking or flirting involved. Just a quick, dirty fuck in the bar’s bathroom. I’d done it in my truck once, and after spending hours cleaning the bitch’s scent out, vowed to never do that again. My wolf couldn’t stand it.

Now, I wanted my female’s scent in my vehicle.

I turned music on as her mind slipped into the book she was reading.

When the desire in her scent thickened, it took everything I had to keep a grin off my face.

That woman was mine. Even if she hadn’t accepted it yet.

twelve

ASPEN

The drive wentby painfully slow. My foot started to ache halfway through, but I forced myself not to move it much. If Enzo realized I was in pain, he would force me to put my feet on his lap, and I didn’t want either of them anywhere near his cock. He was almost always hard around me, and feeling his erection against my foot definitely wouldn’t help me want him less.

His words rolled through my mind every few minutes

“I’m spending your heat with you because I want to. And when I get to fuck that sweet little cunt, it'll be because I want to.”

I seriously hoped I was keeping my lust under control enough that he couldn’t smell it, because wow. It was excessive. Really excessive.

It didn’t help that the book I was halfway through featured a female main character with an over possessive fae king as her love interest. That shit wasn’t supposed to be sexy. I wasn’t supposed to like it.

But I was a sucker for it every time.

When the pain distracted me so much that I couldn’t focus on the book anymore, I stretched my foot out in front of me as far as it could go, wincing.

Wow.

Yeah.

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