Page 47 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

My Wolf is fucking howling for it, urging me to claim, mark, own.

But no.

Not yet.

Maybe not ever.

Grrrr.

Ouch! Fine, I tell my asshole Wolf.

But not until we talk.

Not until I make sure she knows exactly what this means.

Taking me on as a mate isn’t for the faint of heart, and Dina deserves some warning.

Besides, tonight isn’t about rushing.

It’s about her.

All of her.

Yeah, she might run screaming tomorrow, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy every single inch of her while I’ve got her spread across my lap.

“Lift up for me, baby,” I murmur, voice low and rough with restraint.

She obeys immediately, rising up slightly as I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties and drag them down those gorgeous thighs as far as I can.

“I’ll buy you more,” I grunt as I tug, tearing them from her sweet, hot body.

She shivers as I pull the useless material off completely, tossing it somewhere behind me like it doesn’t exist anymore.

Because right now? It doesn’t.

It’s not important.

Nothing matters but her.

I slide my hands up her thighs, spreading her wider as I lean forward and inhale deeply right against her bare pussy.

Pure. Fucking. Sunshine.

Oh, this woman is gonna be the death of me.

So sweet.

Warm.

Wet.

Her scent slams into me, wild and intoxicating, like promises and sex and something uniquely Dina.

Her hips jerk, needy and restless.

“Doug,” she whispers, like she’s pleading with me and already breathless, her fingers gripping my hair harder.

“Please, Doug. I need?—”

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