Page 38 of Wolf's Claimed Mate
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Instead of sulking, I rerouted to Sasha’s apartment. I nodded to the bookseller and made my way upstairs to the studio flat. It wasn’t anything special, a small area that Sasha had made her own, full of hot pink furnishings and appliances that felt so very her.
When she opened the door, she cocked her head at me. “I didn’t expect you to show up.”
“I need you,” I told her. Her words from before had been buried deep where I didn’t have to look at them and they would stay that way. “Well,weneed you, me and Declan.”
She met my gaze, her head tipping back to look up at me. I stood half a foot taller than her. “I thinkIneed you.” Her eyes flickered over mine. “And that confuses the hell out of me, and I don’t really know what to make of my attraction to you, but I’m sorry for what I said before. It was uncalled for and—”
I cut her off, kissing her. I pushed her back into her apartment, my hands on her waist. I kicked the door shut behind me as I backed her up against the kitchen counter. This was dangerous territory; she could push me away again, say something that was barbed and nasty but she kissed me back and that was all I cared about.
Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, and she jumped, easily wrapping her legs around my waist. I half held her, half sat her on the counter.
“Are you going to run away from me again?” I murmured, kissing just below her ear. My hands ran up and down her sides, delighting in the shivers she gave.
“One day, you’ll get tired of the chase,” she murmured, gasping when I sucked a mark where I’d kissed.
“Never,” I told her. I pulled back, kissing her once, twice, and thumbed her lip. Not too long ago, those lips had been around me, bringing me to an orgasm that had been more powerful than I’d anticipated. “I want to touch you.”
Her eyes went wide, a hint of fear and anxiety in them.
“What’s stopping you?” I whispered. “Is it me?”
She shook her head slowly, as if she wasn’t committed to her answer.
“Then what is it?”
Whatever battle she fought in her head seemed to come to a conclusion. She slipped off the counter, turned in my embrace, and arched her back. Her ass stuck out, those thin shorts providing an annoying barrier.
“Touch me,” she whispered.
The dip of her body was gorgeous, and I wasted no time. A little growl escaped my lips as I pushed her hoodie up her back, kissing my way down her back.
“Whatever has you scared, Sasha,” I began, my fingers trailing teasing lines over the thick of her ass. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll protect you from whatever it is.”
“I don’t need protecting,” she whined, pushing herself into my touch.
“Then what do you need?”
“You,” she groaned. “I need you to touch me. I need you to leave. I need you to satisfy both my fear and my desire.”
I kissed my way past the waistband of her shorts, laughing softly into her cheeks. I went further and further, letting my face hover right between her legs.
“You can only have one.”
I ran a finger down the seam of her shorts, stilling when I felt a damp spot. I snarled in my throat. When she didn’t push me away, I made the choice for her. I grabbed a handful of the shorts andripped. The seam burst open without much of a thought, and Sasha cried out. I’d made a hole big enough to expose her ass and that pussy I’d already glimpsed.
But here it was before me now, all glistening folds and slick arousal sliding out of her.
No thong anymore.
I laughed, unable to help biting down on the full globe of her ass.
“No thong anymore?”
“No,” she moaned, when I rested my fingers against her opening. “I—I touched myself when I got home. Underwear just got in the way.Ah—”
I spread her folds with two fingers on one hand, using the index finger of my other hand to push a finger into her. I pictured her, sprawled on her bed, burying her fingers in her own heat, maybe my name on her lips.
