Page 31 of Wolf's Claimed Mate
“Don’t come at me, Conall,” she sighed. “You get under my skin, I’ll get under yours.”
That much was true. I hadn’t expected her to flush at my kitten comment or suggest a tail and collar. But now that I’d pictured her body moving with my fucking her, the jingle of a bell on a collar, I couldn’t get it out of my head.
Or maybe on her knees, her throat exposed, the collar at the base of her neck, tight, as I—
“Conall?”
“What?”
“Don’t walk into the main road now.”
We were at the edge of the sidewalk. Cars passed by slowly, and I stepped back.
I’d been walking, lost in my thoughts. “You know,” I began. “I’ve never actually seen you in your leopard form. I bet you’d make a hell of a nasty fighter.”
She grinned, all canines and wickedness. “Oh, baby, you couldn’t handle me in my leopard form.”
I laughed. “You think? What about you, do you think you could handle my wolf form? I’m big.”
I didn’t miss the way her eyes dropped and averted quickly. “I’ll bet you are.”
“Want to find out?” I meant showing her my wolf form, but her face turned pink; I thought otherwise. I liked knowing I’d caused that. I wanted to thumb down those blushing cheeks, kiss them, drag my teeth over her flushed skin.
“Try me,” she challenged.
“Let’s go.”
***
“What did your boyfriend think of your leopard form?” I asked her when we were at the treeline. I was already unbuttoning my jeans, letting them hang open as I talked, just to tease her.
“Ex-boyfriend,” she corrected. “And he liked it. Said I was different.”
“Figures,” I muttered. “Do you ever wish you were a different shifter species?”
“What, like a wolf, so I can be mounted and mated? Forced to mate forever with an alpha?” I didn’t like her taunting tone and rolled my eyes.
“I’d only mount another female if she was willing,” I said. “And… Not really in wolf form. Human Conall fucks best.”
“Does he now?” she asked, raising a brow. “Have you… ever…inwolf form?”
I laughed. “Yeah, once or twice. It was enjoyable, but I do prefer the use of my voice when I have sex.”
She looked away again. For a woman who was so confident with her sexual nature, she sure got nervous whenever I brought up sex. Maybe it was because I was a wolf; she’d already been down that road. Leopards were known for their litheness and sharp tongues but wolves were pure strong bulk. Maybe she was over that sort of thing.
I didn’t think she’d ever slept with Kato; all that in the diner had been to bait her but now I couldn’t help wondering how much—or howlittle—it would take to have Sasha bent to my whim.
“What do you prefer?” I asked.
“For what?”
“Sex,” I clarified. “Human or shifted?”
“Oh,” she said, swallowing. “Um, human, I guess.”
I was about to ask why she sounded so uncertain when she pulled off her hoodie, leaving herself fully bare on the top half of her body. Her breasts were smaller than female wolf shifters tended to have, but I thought that was because of her thinner, more graceful body.
Her nipples pebbled in the cold air, and she shivered. Goosebumps raced over her tanned skin, and all I could think about was pulling her to me, how her skin might feel, desiring the sensation of her breasts pressed to me.
