Page 59 of Wolf's Claimed Mate
“Stopcoddlingme!” she snapped. “Just stop it. Stop smothering me, Conall, because you’ll regret it. I pull away, I don’t rely on others, it is justme. Me, Sasha, a leopard, in her own world because it’s been kinder that way.”
“Because it has had to be,” I hissed. “But now it doesn’t. I know your family hurt you, and Jackson hurt you, and Kato betrayed your trust in him but not everyone is a piece of shit. Sometimes others want to be there with you.”
“But you want to be in front of me,” she countered. “Fightingforme instead of letting me hold my own. What pride do I get to keep if I step back and let you fight my battles for me, Conall?”
“God, you’re fucking stubborn.”
“Yeah, well, you’re a pain in my ass.”
The lame comment silenced me. And then I couldn’t help it: I sniggered. “I can’t lie, I expectedfarworse.”
Her eyes were still blaring with anger, but she softened at the sound of my laughter. “Oh, I have plenty of worse things to call you. Prick, territorial asshole, bastard, all of the above in one sentence.”
Her temperament was slowly simmering. I sank back into the kitchen table where the food was set out.
“C’mere,” I said softly, extending a hand to her.
She glared at me. But after a minute, like an angry cat, she sidled over and sat in the wooden chair next to me.
“Can I tell you something?” I asked, smirking.
“Is it sexy?” she teased. I forgot how damn sexual she was. Always speaking so suggestively, even before losing her virginity, as if she knew the effect she had on men and loved to toy with them by dangling herself within reach of them before pulling away.
“A little,” I told her.
“Then tell me,” she purred.
“Part of me wants to tell you to kneel at my feet while I feed you, and then you can have the breakfast you wanted before.”
Sasha’s eyelashes fluttered.
“Then why don’t you?” she murmured, slipping from her chair to go gracefully to her knees. She parted her legs, and with the way my shirt hung open, I got a view right down her body. I parted my own legs around her body. Sasha leaned in to nuzzleat my inner thigh before I tore off a piece of waffle soaked in syrup.
“Open,” I told her.
She took her tongue out, and I placed the bite on it. She was to eat it before capturing my fingers between her lips, licking up the digits and collecting the syrup on her tongue, moaning around my fingers. I slid them over her tongue, inching towards the back of her throat. She hummed, her throat working to swallow. Her eyelashes were thick and long, beautiful, as she looked up at me.
I barely made it through one waffle before cursing and tugging my shorts down.
***
“We’ll go tomorrow, like you said,” Sasha eventually said as we emerged from the bathroom. She heated up some leftover fried toast while I tidied around the cabin. “If anything, the extra time gives us a chance to… Enjoy each other before we’re forced back into reality and all the questions that your pack comes with.”
I took a chance. “It could be your pack, too.”
She turned to me, still holding the towel tucked around her body. She blinked. “I’m not a wolf.”
“No, but it could be your home anyway. If you want one. One that would be there for you but one to understand when you needed to be alone.”
She snorted. “Like you’d be okay with that. You don’t even like me putting my own damn seatbelt on.”
I grinned, as if it was a joke, but I knew she took it personally.
Sasha hesitated. “I’ll think about it. I don’t know what I’m doing, or if I even want to stay in Silverlake Valley after I help you take down the pack.”
“You won’t be doing any taking down,” I growled, ignoring the way her consideration of leaving town hurt me.
“So I’m here for the information only?”
