Page 47 of Kidnapped By the Wolf

Raking my fingers through his hair, I hold on for dear life as Adrian pulls out and rams back in, each thrust a claiming all on its own.

Water pounds my head and shoulders, sliding down my face and between my breasts as Adrian sets a frantic rhythm that steals the air from my lungs.

I’m so consumed with the rightness of him that I hardly notice when he turns off the water and carries me out of the bathroom.

A trail of water follows us across the cabin, but instead of taking me to his bed, Adrian brings me to the hearth and lays me down on a soft fur rug.

The heat of the fire feels like a warm caress, and the sight of the alpha hovering over me naked as he prepares to claim me, body and soul . . . it’s an image I’ll never forget.

His eyes are pure molten gold as they take me in, his gaze like a physical touch. My skin flushes everywhere his eyes caress me. Then Adrian bends to chase a rogue droplet of water with his tongue, licking a trail over the swell of my breast.

That wicked mouth moves lower, and when he parts my folds with his fingers, my whole body tingles. I arch into his warmth as he licks me lazily, lapping up all my cream.

He slides one finger inside me, then two, and all my muscles clench in response.

A soft chuckle rumbles through him as he works his fingers faster, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

When his tongue moves back up to tease my clit, I feel the pressure building low in my belly. And when he palms my mound possessively and bites down on that bundle of nerves, I shatter into a million pieces.

The sound that comes out of me is more of a howl than a cry, and the look of feral pride in his eyes is enough to make me fist his shaft and pull him between my legs.

“Are you sure?” Adrian murmurs.

I know he’s not talking about having sex.

I nod. “I’m sure.” And because I can see him still warring with himself, I grip a fistful of his hair and pull his face down to mine. “I want you, Adrian. Mark me.Please.”

Maybe it’s the declaration that strips me bare, or maybe it’s the “please.” Either way, my words seem to shatter his restraint, and he thrusts into me so deeply that he fills every aching void.

Once he’s seated to the hilt, he turns his head, gently pushing the hair off my shoulder and kissing the spot along the curve of my neck. I feel some pressure, followed by a stab of pain, but it’s quickly lost in a rush of love and belonging as Adrian starts to move inside me.

Tears well up in my eyes, but they aren’t tears of pain. I’ve finally found a place I belong — right here with my alpha.

My whole body shudders as I break apart, and then I feel a warm gush inside of me. Adrian’s cock pulses as he finds his release. Then he withdraws his fangs and gently licks the sting away.

When he pulls back to look at me, his eyes are so full of love and pride that a sob slips out of me.

“I’m sorry,” he rumbles, stroking my hair. “It should only hurt for a second.”

I shake my head. “It isn’t that.”

“Then what is it, mate?” His voice breaks as he continues to soothe me, and I realize that he’s crying too.

It occurs to me that I’m not the only one who’s been starved for love. My mate has spent most of his adult life looking after his pack, but he’s never had anyone to look afterhim.

That changes tonight.

“It’s just . . .” I shake my head, biting down on my lip as I look around the tiny cabin. I don’t want to cry, but I can’t help it. I’m so full of love it hurts.

Adrian gently wipes my tears with the pads of his thumbs, hanging on my every word.

“I finally feel like I’m home.”

EPILOGUE

ADRIAN

These days,I can hear my mate coming long before she enters the cabin. It starts with a heavy sigh, followed by the crunch of snow. With every step, her little huffs become more labored, and I feel my body tense.

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