Page 10 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

“We’re going to make it,” he repeated.

His erection was already straining against his expensive jeans. The man was gorgeous. Insanely big and strong, with thick muscles and dark, wavy hair.

Any woman would consider herself lucky to spend a few hours in his arms.

I shouldn’t, though.

Not when his brother’s wolf thought I belonged to him. Even if we didn’t like each other.

The first wave of pain hit me, and I sucked in a breath at the burn of it.

“We’re going to make it,” Clay repeated, but I saw his erection throb against his zipper. “Hunter resists it, and his wolf is obsessed with you. I can do the same.”

“Hunter doesn’t come near me during heat, so he doesn’t have to resist anything,” I gritted out. “And he’s not even attracted to me.”

“We’re almost there. Ten minutes.” Clay turned the music up louder, like that would help.

The next wave of pain made me cry out, squeezing my eyes shut and gritting my teeth.

“It can’t get worse than this, can it?” Clay yelled over the music.

A harsh laugh escaped me. “This is nothing.”

His grip on the steering wheel tightened. “He’s going to kill me, not you.”

“This is my fault, not yours.”

We managed two more minutes before the next wave hit me, hard enough to make my eyes burn.

He finally turned the music down and let out a slow breath. “Five minutes.”

The GPS said twelve.

I didn’t argue, though. It would’ve taken too much effort.

“Enzo hasn’t told me anything about heat,” Clay said. “I won’t be able to walk away, will I?”

“No. Our only chance at avoiding a sex marathon at this point is if you pull over and I try to run away from you. But if I run, you won’t be able to resist the chase.”

“Fuck.” His fingers were pale on the steering wheel, clenched so tightly that the blood had left them. We were on a dirt road that was free of snow, and he seemed to know exactly how to avoid all of the ruts and potholes.

“Did Enzo mention knotting?” My hands were on the bottom hem of my tank top, pulling it over my head. I’d ditched the flannel I had been wearing over it hours earlier, while I was still in the studio.

“Did he mentionwhat?”

“Never mind.”

He’d find out when we got there. It’d be pretty hard not to notice. Pun intended.

“Don’t tell me never mind about something that’s about to happen between us, Gorgeous.” He ground out.

Another wave of pain and heat made me curse, bracing myself against the door to stop my hands from moving to Clay’s body.

“You know how wild wolves breed?” I asked.

“The weird cock thing that traps them together?”

“It’s called a knot.”

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