Page 107 of The Weakest Wolf

I take in her strength, her determination, and her unwillingness to quit when others would have. “I’m sorry, Sierra. For everything I did, I know I don’t deserve you, but I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your trust.”

She leans over to place the necklace on the bedside table. When her hands are free, she slides them over my back. “You already have.”

I dip my head and lightly kiss her lips. “I do?”

She sighs. “You do. Galen?”

I turn my attention to the long line of her throat and kiss her there. “Mmm?”

“Back in Dexter, you said something about later.”

My lips curve in a smile because I know what’s coming. “I did?”

She hooks her legs around mine and rolls so she’s on top. “You did.”

I lift a hand to hair that’s no less beautiful than when it was long. The shorter style draws more attention to a face I will never tire of looking at, even a hundred years from now.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks, a hesitant note I’d never expected to hear in her voice.

I roll so I’m once more pinning her to the bed. “You mean why am I looking at you like you’re the most beautiful woman in the world?”

Her eyes widen.

I lower my head and kiss her again, this time at the corner of her lips. “Or why am I looking at you like I love you?”

“Like what?” she asks, her voice so breathless it’s a miracle I hear her at all.

“You mean why am I looking at you like I love you?” I repeat.

She nods.

“I’d have thought that would be obvious.”

I wait for her to ask the question:doyou love me?

Her eyes turn serious. “And you’re sure this isn’t just your wolf wanting to bite me?”

I should’ve known that she’d guess why I reacted the way I did back in the farmhouse. “I’m sure.”

“So your wolf doesn’t want to anymore?”

“No,” I tell her, watching her carefully, “my wolf wants nothing more than for me to put you on your hands and knees and bite you as I drive deep into you.”

The sweet, sultry scent of her arousal tickles my nose and hardens my dick against her soft belly. “You like that.” My voice is husky as I take in her lowered lids.

“Maybe.”

I shift my gaze to her throat. One day I’ll do it. But only when I know it’s what Sierra wants a hundred percent. Her question about Melody makes it clear there are still doubts in her mind. Doubts I need to silence. “The biting, or the taking you on your knees?”

She squirms beneath me, and my cock presses firmly against her, making her suck in a sharp breath. The scent of her arousal intensifies.

A slow smile stretches across my face as I move my focus from her throat to her eyes. “I think I can guess what.”

Redness stains her cheeks, and she looks away. “Doubt it.”

My fingers grip her chin and turn her gaze back to me. “Maybe later, but I prefer this way. I like us to be eye to eye.”

She raises an eyebrow. “So you know that you’re rocking my world?”

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