Page 374 of Warlords, Witches & Wolves

He didn’t think she was referring to the fledgling bond Luna had with Cole. That could be discussed later. No, this was about whether he’d accept another man’s child.

“Tabitha, almost from the first moment I met that little girl, both my wolf and I saw her as ours. She’sourpup, and it doesn’t matter whether you accept my claim, we’ll always see her as ours.”

Her eyes filled with tears.

Jarrad froze.What have I done wrong? Should I get some tissues? Hold her?

Before he could get up off the sofa to fetch… something… she slid across, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly.

He blurted, “What did I do to deserve that?”

He’d do it again if it meant her lips were back on his.

“You answered the only question that really mattered in the best possible way.”

She leaned into him again, and this time he didn’t wait, just fused his mouth to hers. He ran his tongue lightly over the seam between her lips and she moaned. Opened fully to him. Their tongues met, danced, teased, until he found himself desperate for her.

Only the sofa was not a comfortable option for his first night with his mate. He pulled back.

“Let me take you to bed,” he growled. His wolf was riding him, begging him to take, seal her to him with his bite.

She laughed huskily. “I have to ward this place first. And because you live out in the middle of nowhere, I can do it sky-clad, with nothing between me and nature to interfere. It’ll be much stronger than the wards on the hippie house.”

“Sky-clad?” he asked, though he had a feeling he already knew what she meant.

“Nude.”

Tabitha drew him back into a kiss, sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, then bit gently. His aching cock throbbed with an intensity that left him speechless.

“You can watch, if you like.”

Tabitha didn’t wait for an answer, just swayed towards the door. With each step it seemed an item of clothing disappeared from her body. He sat, frozen, until she removed the final scrap of lace that covered her lush arse. His fangs dropped and his eyes burned with feral heat.

She loosed a wild laugh as he leaped from the sofa and lunged towards her. His fingers met only air—she was already outside.

He watched as his mate wove her way around the house, sensuous and powerful. The threads of her magic danced before his eyes, merging to form a solid tapestry of protection around their home. With every pass, Jarrad’s cock got harder. The depth of his need so intense it was all he could do to stop himself rushing his mate and ruining all her hard work.

She knew it too. The tease.

When she was done, she’d see just how far she’d baited the wolf.

And he’d make sure they both loved every second of it.

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