Page 56 of Wolf Claimed
“I’m not sure. Maybe?” Her doubt-filled face looked away from him. “I’ve had blackouts.”
“You think you have a wolf that forces a shift and you can’t remember?”
She whipped her head back, hazel eyes full of fire once more. “Stop rephrasing everything as a question. Yes, Woodrow Monroe is my father and I have blackouts. I think I’ve shifted, but I don’t know for sure. I have no evidence of anything. I don’t know what I am or what I’m saying, only that I’m afraid of what I’ll do, what this monster in me will make me do. Just tell me if I blood-bond Tiernan, will the bond stabilize my wolf too, or make things worse?”
Everything she said was a lot to take in, except he felt closer to her now. He understood her better. She’d told him everything. She trusted him. A white wolf. ANovak.
“Honestly, angel, since I don’t know why you’ve been having blackouts, I don’t know what a blood-bond would do to you. I’ve never heard of a blood-bond affecting humans. Female shifters, even full-blooded ones, don’t go feral unless they blood-bond a shifter who has already turned feral. I have no idea if blood-bonding would help you or make your condition worse, whatever that condition is. Even if you had a shifter in you—which I still don’t think you do—I doubt blood-bonding Tiernan would help you.”
“But I’m half-human. Things might be different for me.”
“There have been other hybrid children.”
“I hate that term. Sounds like a science experiment.”
He ran his hands up and down her arms, trying to soothe her. “You’re not shifter, Alyssa. I would have scented it if you were. I don’t need to know your parentage to know that.”
“Then what am I feeling and hearing inside of me?”
“A guilty conscience because you did nothing to stop your father from murdering thousands of shifters.”
She slapped him. And he fucking deserved it. She wasn’t responsible for her father’s actions. He knew it as did Rafe and Tiernan. He’d been too blunt, especially since she had nothing to feel guilty about. She’d done nothing wrong, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t blaming herself on some level, and that’s what he should have said.
Tears streamed down her face as she caressed where she’d slapped him. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Hurt him? A little slap like that? It didn’t even wound his pride. If anything hurt, it was his inability to give her what she needed. Answers.
He leaned his forehead against hers, drawing in her scent again, not to check to see if he was right about her, but to soothe himself and his wolf. Her distress agitated him. He’d spent his whole life as a guard, and yet he couldn’t protect his female from whatever was haunting her.
“I swear, I’ll help you figure it out, angel. I’ll do whatever it takes. Whatever you need.”
“Why is this so hard, Maddox?”
“We’ll find the answers.”
“No, I mean you. Me.Us. You don’t believe me, and I can’t prove anything to you. All I have are my instincts. I wish you believed me.” Soft hazel eyes looked up at him, those gold flecks fading away, not dancing for him as they usually did. She looked so vulnerable.
“Alyssa, I believeinyou, and I trust your instincts. I’m just trying to reconcile the facts. Your being a shifter goes against everything I’ve seen and learned throughout my life. Maybe I’m missing some piece of the puzzle here. I’m not so arrogant to say I can’t be wrong. I hate seeing you so scared, and I hate not being able to help you. And what I said came out wrong. You are in no way responsible for your father’s actions, though I fear deep down you may be blaming yourself.”
“Maybe,” she conceded. She sounded so fucking lost that his instincts to protect her, to do anything to help her flared.
“I’ll follow your lead, do whatever it takes to find the answers.”
She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss him. He melted into the kiss. Damn if it didn’t feel like he was falling under her control. Her hands moved up his ribs to his back as she hitched one leg up on his hip and ass and then jumped.
He caught her as her ankles locked behind him. Already he was hard and all he could think about was sinking into her wet heat. But the vixen had something else in mind, he was sure of it.
“Lay down on the bed, Maddox,” she said in between ravishing his mouth. Her hands were moving all over him, building a fire he couldn’t stop if he wanted to. He needed to be in her, claiming her, as much for himself as to prove to her that she was his and no other’s.
“This isn’t going to happen, my little vixen,” he said, pressing his already hard cock against her pussy, despite the jeans she wore. “If you want to fuck, I’m happy to oblige. But you’re not going to tire me out in some sexual frenzy where I fall back asleep and you slip out the door to chase after Tiernan.”
She rubbed against him with a rather sly look on her face. Vixen indeed. Revealing that he knew what she was planning hadn’t deterred her. If anything, she looked more determined as she slid down his body and sucked on the tip of his cock.
Damn, she was wrapping him around her finger too easily.
Fucking heaven. His hands sank into her hair as she licked her way down the length of his dick, making him want to howl, throw her on the bed, and fuck the shit out of her. But he wasn’t giving in to her.
Her mouth slid onto him, taking him deep.
