Page 73 of The Demon's Pet

As a wolf, my high sex drive had always been confined to my heat, which was only once a year.

At those times, I was desperate but sequestered, so as to not tempt others to sin.

And none of the alphas in my village had ever made me feel anything but disgust for them.

But Sam’s naked chest, long, muscled arms, and the trail of hair down his hard stomach into his jeans made something in me stir, tightening my chest and making it hard to breathe.

Sam moved into the room, shutting the door behind him. I looked up in time to see him push one hand through his tousled curls, raking them as his eyes pinned mine, making it impossible to look away.

“Like what you see, wolf?”

I felt like I was dreaming.

“No,” I spat, lying. I hated this person. He killed without mercy. He was probably using me.

But I was still turned on by him.

He took another step forward, hooking his thumb in a loop on his jeans, tugging them down and showing a perfect V-line running into his pants.

“Liar,” he growled, taking another step forward, towering over me with his powerful body as he looked down. Slowly, his tongue licked his lower lip, his eyes burning with that ring of gold in the center of the darkness.

Just what was this creature? No angel should have been able to make me feel like this. So sinful.

Sam’s head cocked slowly, and he bit his lower lip, pulling it through his teeth carefully, the tension in the air growing so thick I would have given anything for it to break.

In the next second, almost faster than I could see him move, he was on the bed with me, crawling over me until his hands were propped on either side of my head.

Spicy incense. Musk from that beautiful body.

It wasn’t the wolf in me calling out for more. It was something else.

Something much deeper… and wilder.

I wound my arms up around his neck, but he quickly pulled them away, gripping them in his hot hands as he shoved them together and pinned them above my head with one of his hands.

His eyes were hard as they stared at me, and he looked down at my tee, narrowing his eyes for a second before grabbing the front of it in one large hand and tearing it away like it was tissue.

It was clear that, even in bed, Sam was more alpha than any wolf.

I gasped, but he kept my hands trapped as he lowered his mouth to kiss the tops of my breasts. I jerked at the new sensation, at the pure pleasure of his touch. He moved up to my neck, ignoring my attempts to kick out at him, leaving a searing trail of kisses up my neck, my shoulder, and then up to my ear, where he bit down lightly on my earlobe before sucking it into his mouth.

Damn, I was wet. I had no right to be. I hadn’t asked for this. It was wicked, sinful.

I was hispet.

I tried to kick him away out of the pure shame of it, out of knowing, for a lifetime, I was supposed to save myself for a mate.

He shoved my hands down tighter, as if to make the point of who was in control, but his other hand reached out to grip my chin, forcing me to look up into his eyes, which were filled with molten lust.

Sex was in the air, and my body was aware of it, practically writhing beneath him, begging for more, even as my mind knew I should stop this.

If this man—no, this god—gave me an orgasm, I would never be the same.

And he’d told me to never fall in love.

He held my gaze, a muscle ticking in his jaw, his chest heaving. I looked down to see his hard member pressed to my hips, so big I wasn’t sure how I could take it.

“Look at me,” he said sharply, and I did. “Would you deny both of us when it could be so good?”

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