Page 55 of Arranged Wolf's Nanny
Her chest was moving up and down fast, her breaths shallow and rapid, “I don’t—”
He lunged, hands bracing either side of her against the door. She squeaked, her back hitting the wood, her eyes wide.
“I confronted your father because he insulted you. I killed Carter and the others because they hurt you. If myprideorpoliticshad anything to do with it, it was nothing compared to the anger I felt atyoubeing threatened.”
Her chin tilted upwards, almost imperceptible. His eyes flickered to her lips. Her heart beat against her chest, her pupils dilating.
Deep within him, Rick’s wolf stirred.
“Don’t you get it, Rosalia?” he sneered, eyes flashing. “For better or worse, I care about you.”
She moved closer, eyes trained on his face, watching him closely, “I don’t understand,” she whispered, eyebrows knitting together. “This…this marriage was arranged. You’ve never treated me like your wife.”
“Haven’t I?” he asked, muscles in his arms clenching.
She sucked in a breath. “I…you…you’ve never even touched me.”
“I told you,” he said, his head dipping low. The warmth of her breath fanned over his lips, her body trembling against the door. Close. So close. “I told you, I would not touch you without your consent.”
They were millimeters apart. His wolf roared at him to reach out, to grasp her hips, to claim her lips, totakeher.
“What if I…” she said, her voice trembling slightly, “what would happen if I gave it?”
A rumbling growl erupted from his chest. Her lips parted. He could almost taste her. “I think you know what would happen.”
She swallowed, scent spiking. Then, in a steady, even voice, she spoke. “I give you my consent.”
His finger scraped against the wood, and he snarled, “Be precise, Rosalia. What do you give your consent for?”
Her eyes were half-wild as they met his.
“Everything.”
Their lips collided in a furious battle of wills, hot and insistent and demanding.
It was no surprise at all that Rosalia was no wilting flower, no gentle, delicate thing. Shefoughthim with her kisses, unpracticed and messy, but primal and hungry in a way that made his wolf snarl in satisfaction.
His blood was still high from the fight, his blood singing with raw, animal satisfaction at having defeated his enemies. At having claimed his female.
And now, he would show herexactlywhat it meant to be his.
He lifted her up, growling as her legs wrapped around his hips, her beautiful dark hair falling over his shoulder as she tilted her head to deepen their kiss.
Striding towards the bed, he reared back, his fingers pressing tight into the soft flesh of her rear, “I assume your idiot father insisted on yourchastity.”
She growled, recapturing his lips, “I don’t want to talk about my father right now. But yes. He did.”
“Then I’ll do my best to be gentle,” Rick said, punctuating his words by tossing her onto the bed.
With an almost savage grin, she got to her knees. “What if I don’t want you to be gentle?”
Knocking her back down, he captured her wrists in one of his hands and pinned them above her head, the other closing around her throat, “Don’t ask for things you don’t yet understand, little wolf.”
She keened as his hand trailed lower, cupping her breast, his thumb rubbing over one engorged nipple through the thin fabric of her robe. Her legs clamped around his hips, pulling him against her with surprising strength, grinding up into his rapidly hardening length.
He groaned at the contact, his lips falling to her neck, giving in to the insistent urge to clamp his teeth into the tender flesh he found there, leaving his mark on her pale skin. Without preamble, he scraped his teeth lower, wrenching her robe open to tug her red nipple between his teeth.
With a sharp gasp, she bucked upwards, muscles straining against his grip on her ribs. With almost brutal delight, she hitched one leg higher, her knee pressing into the sensitive bruise at his ribs.
