Page 25 of The Wolf King's Mate

He licked my face, and I fought not to wrinkle my nose and push his head away. I was trying to calm him down, after all.

“Will you please let your human take over for a minute?” I asked. “There’s a lot of dominance flying around the room.”

He ignored my request.

Clearly, he didn’t care that he was stifling his pack.

“It would make me happy,” I threw out there, just to see if he cared about that.

He turned toward me, letting out a huff.

Then he licked my cheek again, snuggled up against me, and shifted.

The fur under my hand gave way to warm, smooth skin. Enzo’s face replaced the wolf’s, his gorgeous, honey-colored eyes narrowed and only a breath away from mine.

His bare chest was pressed against my blanket-clad one, his knees on the floor, on either side of my legs.

The man was straddling me. It was the wolf’s fault, but still.

Being straddled was… new.

I wasn’t a virgin, but there had never been any love or romance in sex for me. Having him straddle me that way wasn’t romantic, obviously, but it was different. Sort of intimate.

Enzo let out a harsh breath, then stood.

My gaze remained where it was, eyes widening slightly as his thick abs, then cock, balls, and muscular thighs moved directly into my line of sight, inches away from my face.

He was hard.

Andwow.

That thing wasnotsmall. He was at least a little bigger than the one guy I’d slept with.

“The female wolf belongs to me,” he said, stepping around me. When he kicked part of the blanket behind me, I got the message.

He wanted my back covered. At least my lower back.

Though I wanted to roll my eyes, I did wrap it around myself.

“Anyone who looks at her, scents her, or touches her will die.” He didn’t bother raising his voice. He didn’t need to. He had everyone’s full attention, and all werewolves’ hearing was better than humans’.

I looked over my shoulder as he crossed the room behind me in strong, confident steps.

Damn, that was a nice ass.

Enzo walked up to one of the men sitting down. The man jerked his chin downward as his Alpha approached, but Enzo grabbed him by the throat anyway.

My face paled as the scent of blood tinged the air. Enzo said something in a low voice, and the guys around him exchanged grimaces.

The guy he was choking nodded roughly, gasping something out.

Enzo dropped the man in his chair. As the man wiped blood off his throat and caught his breath, I studied him.

There was something familiar about…

Oh.

Crap.

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