Page 35 of Kidnapped By the Wolf

My sweat mixes with her cum, and I start to forget where she ends and I begin. Her sounds become shallow, desperate, breathy, and I know that she, too, is hanging by a thread.

“Come for me, baby,” I murmur as I drive into her.

She lets out another shaky moan, and Cassie comes apart in my hands. Her whole body shudders as the orgasm rips through her, and I cry out as her walls cave in around me.

Tingles explode at the base of my spine as I fill her with my cum. I know from her scent that it’s not her time, but for one agonizing instant, I hope that my seed will find a home in her womb, binding this woman to me forever.

The desire takes me by surprise. I realize that I want it all with Cassie, but this moment is all we have.

I slow my pace to milk her orgasm, trying to memorize the way her walls pulse around me.

When I finally look up, Cassie’s face is flushed a gorgeous shade of pink. Her expression is one of relaxed contentment, and I’m overwhelmed by a surge of love that steals my breath away.

A soft mew slips from her lips, and she turns her head to the side. Venom pools in my mouth at the sight of that tender flesh primed for my bite, and I know my eyes have lightened to a liquid gold.

I could mark her right here and claim her forever as mine. I could take her as my mate and put a pup in her belly. Then no McGregor would ever come near her.

For half a second, I consider giving in to my animal urge. But then I remember my duty to my pack — the urge to protect that I cannot ignore.

Cassie is the key to my pack’s very future. And she would never accept me.

Cassie’s lived her life being bullied by shifters. She’d never want one for a mate — especially not an alpha. And I’d never force the bond on her.

Slowly, so slowly, I pull out of Cassie and plant a soft kiss on her temple. She makes a contented noise low in her throat, and her eyelids flutter closed.

Staring down at my perfect mate, I can almost forget all the reasons I can’t have her. But the only one that matters rings loud in my head: Cassie would never want me.

An ache settles in my chest as I roll onto my side and tug her against me. Her naked body molds perfectly to mine — another cruel trick of the mating bond.

Tucking her under my arm, I pull the covers over us both and plant another kiss on her forehead.

Tomorrow, I’ll wake up and be alpha again, but tonight, I am only hers.

CHAPTER TWELVE

CASSIE

When I awake,my body is deliciously spent, and there’s a pleasant soreness between my legs. The air is chilly, but I’m bundled in Adrian’s warm down comforter, surrounded by the scent of pine and sandalwood.

I smile as I breathe it in, reaching out an arm for him and finding the sheets cool and empty.

Opening my eyes, I squint in the bright morning light streaming through the high windows. The cabin smells like freshly brewed coffee, and my beautiful new ukulele is resting on the bedside table.

Adrian is nowhere in sight.

Sliding out from under the covers, I pull on my borrowed clothes and open his dresser to find a hoodie. A fire is crackling in the wood stove, but he must have let it go out last night, because the one-room cabin is freezing.

Padding over to the kitchen, I pour myself a cup of coffee and drink in the gorgeous views. The first golden rays of sunlight are threading through the pine trees, which are covered in a thin layer of frost.

For a moment, I allow myself to imagine what it would be like to wake up here every morning. My mind drifts to visions of Adrian adding wood to the fire and starting the coffee before climbing back into bed to make love to me again.

I imagine that this isourhome — how we’d cook our meals together, eat together, shower together…

The thought sends a fresh surge of heat through my body, and wetness pools between my legs. I cross to the front of the cabin, intent on dragging my wolf back to bed, but stop just inside the door.

I can hear voices coming from outside — low male voices.

Peering out the window, I see Sebastian’s black Mercedes parked behind Adrian’s 4Runner. I grit my teeth and take a step back, determined not to eavesdrop. But then I catch a few words from the British wolf, and I just can’t help myself.

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