Page 31 of Claimed By Werewolf
His eyes flashed.“I said it to protect you.”
“Bullshit!”I shoved his chest, hard.He didn’t budge, not an inch.“You said it because you wanted to.Because part of you likes the idea of me being yours.”
His chest heaved, breath sharp.“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Then explain it!”My voice cracked, too raw.“Explain why you keep showing up, but only in the shadows.Why you keep saving me.Why you look at me like, like—”
“Like what?”he growled and stepped closer.He crowded me back until I hit the desk.
My breath caught, and heat coiled low in my stomach.“Like you hate me and want me at the same time.”
The silence that followed was thick.His eyes burned into mine, dark and dangerous.Every inch of him vibrating with restraint.
Finally, his voice dropped, low and rough.“Because that’s exactly how it is.”
The words ripped through me.My hands curled into fists at my sides.My nails bit into my palms, but I didn’t move.
I couldn’t.
Because he was so close.His chest brushed mine, and his breath was hot against my skin.
And I wanted him.
God help me, I wanted him.
“Say it again,” I whispered.
His brow furrowed.“What?”
“Say it.”My voice shook.“Say I’m yours.”
For a heartbeat, the world held still.
Then his mouth crashed down on mine.
It wasn’t a kiss.
It was a war.
A battle we were both fighting and had lost.
His lips were bruising and demanding while mine answered with equal fury.Teeth clashing, breath gasping, and hands tangled in clothes like we wanted to tear each other apart and never let go at the same time.
His hand cupped the back of my neck, held me firm, and dragged me closer until there was no space or air, just nothing but fire.
I fisted his cut and pulled him down harder.I matched his hunger with my own.Anger, grief, desire, and everything I’d been holding back for months poured into that kiss.
Raw and messy and real.
He growled against my mouth.The sound vibrated through me and lit every nerve.
When his tongue slid against mine, I moaned and couldn’t stop it from spilling out.His grip tightened, his other hand finding my hip and pulling me flush against him.
I felt him.Hard.Unyielding.Wanting.
It stole my breath and left me dizzy.
And then, as suddenly as it started, he tore away.
