Page 25 of Pack Kasen: Part 2

“Mine.”

Her breath changes.

She feels the bond between us. She can’t help but feel the strands tying us together.

I lean a little closer, expecting a punch in the gut, but her eyes—those incredible blue eyes flecked with hazel—study me as I press my mouth very lightly to the spot on her throat that I want to bite down.

“I have had dreams.” I hold her gaze as I drag more of her potent scent into my lungs. “Biting. Fucking. Tasting. Let me.”

Her breathing changes again, turns shallow.

A whisper of touch brushes my lower belly. I feel myself harden in response, wanting to grip her wrist and tug her hand lower.

“No,” she says very quietly.

But that isn’t what the heat in her gaze is saying. And the subtle, rich scent of her arousal is giving away so much more than that.

She might not want to want me, but it’s clear she does. “I know when a woman is thinking of fucking.”

She doesn’t respond. But her eyes… her beautiful eyes are on me, and I keep thinking of all the things I want to do to her and have her watch me with that focused intensity.

Like nudging her thighs apart before I lowered my head.

Yes. My wolf wouldn’t mind the taste of her on my tongue.

Her on her knees and those lush lips wrapped around my cock. Watching me as she sucked. Then swallowed. Never taking those eyes off me.

My cock throbs as I fight to keep my hands on the wall, off of her, and not do the thing I increasingly want to do—rip those clothes off my beautiful mate’s body and make her scream my name.

My eyes flick to her lips. “Tell me no.”

She says nothing, but I know she wants this as much as I do.

I lean in closer, angling my head for the perfect angle.

Just one kiss and I can change her mind about me. She will forget all about this begging that she says she wants from me.

Her hands come up between us and she looks me right in the eye. “No.”

I grumble, annoyed because it’s not looking like any step with her is going to be easy.

I’m the Alpha. I’m used to winning every fight and always getting my way.

That’s the way it’s been for years. And now…

Now I take in my mate’s stubborn expression and I don’t know what to do to get her to trust me. Because that’s what this is. She doesn’t trust me. And I need her to.

“You’re going to fight me every step of the way, aren’t you?” I grumble.

My wolf, and maybe a little of the man as well, likes her fighting spirit. That I can’t manipulate her the way I do anyone else. That she’s going to make me work for it.

I’ve always liked a challenge, and Kat Meadow is proving to be my biggest challenge of all.

She lifts her chin. “I am.”

Grumbling, I pull my hands off the wall and take a step back. “Fine. Tagge won't leave until he's convinced things are right between us. We might as well enjoy it.”

I know I will.

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