Page 46 of Kidnapped By the Wolf

“You saved me,” I whisper against his skin, my words nearly lost in the hiss of water from the shower. “You came.”

“You left,” he rumbles, cupping the side of my face again and running his thumb along the swell of my lip.

Adrian’s touch is featherlight on my bruised skin. I know I must look like hell.

“I . . . overheard you talking to Sebastian.”

“I figured.”

I bite my lip, embarrassed, and Adrian slides out of me and sets me on my feet.

My body instantly misses his fullness.

On the one hand, I really want to forget the whole emotional mess and just let him fuck me until tomorrow morning. But there’s a question that’s been festering inside me that refuses to be ignored.

I open my mouth, but Adrian speaks before I have a chance to ask it.

“There’s . . . something I haven’t told you,” he murmurs, tilting his head forward to keep the water out of my eyes and leaning against the shower wall. “Something you should know.”

“I’m listening,” I whisper, my heart pounding so hard I’m sure he can hear it.

“We should probably stop,” he says with a frustrated sigh, though he is still fully hard.

He trails a hand up my hip to my lower back, and his erection grows, if possible, even larger.

“Why?” I ask in a breathless voice.

I don’t want him to stop.

“Because . . .” Adrian lets out a growl of frustration and places his other hand on the wall, effectively caging me in. “If you let me fuck you again, I’m going to sink my fangs into your flesh and finally claim what’s mine.”

I suck in a gasp, which becomes an embarrassing little coughing fit. “You’re going to . . . I’m sorry, what?”

He nods slowly, his expression pained. “You’re my mate, Cassie. Myfatedmate.”

At those words, my world tilts on its axis, and it’s a miracle that I manage to stay on my feet.

Hisfated mate?

I’ve heard of some shifters being soul-bound to their mates, though I’ve never known anyone it’s happened to.

“My wolf has been begging me to claim you since the very first moment I saw you. So if you don’t tell me to stop, I’m going to fuck you right here against this wall. Then I’m going to carry you to my bed, fuck you some more, and give you my mark.”

My heart feels as though it might punch right out of my ribs.

“Your mark?” I rasp, my throat suddenly very dry.

I’m familiar with the sort of marks shifters give their mates. Bears rake their claws across their mate’s chest, but I have no idea how wolves do it.

He nods. “It’s a bite. My fangs will embed my scent in your skin so that every other male knows you’re mine.”

The idea of being branded should freak me out, but his words have the exact opposite effect. My heart flutters at the thought of belonging to Adrian in this way — of being his.

“So do it,” I whisper, reaching up to cup the back of his neck and bringing my lips close to his. “Make me yours.”

I feel Adrian’s chest brush against my nipples as he inhales deeply. Then I see his control snap.

His hand comes around my outer thigh, lifting my leg as he thrusts into me. I cry out in surprise as he hits the very end of me, butfuck, he feels so good.

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