Page 3 of His to Possess

“Am I?” I spanked her long and hard, alternating with sliding my fingers just inside her hot little pussy, savoring the way her juice slickened the tips. I was almost to the breaking point, unable to focus or think clearly. She had no way of knowing what she’d done to me, the nights I’d hunted for her.

And I would never allow her out of my sight.

When she lay limp in my arms, I eased her to a standing position, brushing stray strands of hair from her face.

“What do you want? What?” she demanded, still rebellious in every way. Her eyes had changed, her pupils dilated, the ring of gold surrounding them iridescent.

“All of you. Every delicious inch. You will surrender to me. Your body. Your heart. Your soul.”

She opened her mouth to object before clawing at my neck. “Never.”

I broke the connection, running my hands down my chest and stroking my cock. “Undress, sweet Kathleen.”

“What if I say no?” Her words were blatant, yet her body quivered from excitement as she gazed down the length of me.

“Then the consequences will be severe.”

“What… What are you going to do?” she huffed.

“I’m going to fuck you in every hole, filling you with my seed. Then you will truly belong to me. Forever.”

Her mouth twisted in frustration, yet she knew better than to try to run. After another hesitation, she dragged the dress from one shoulder then the other, shifting her hips back and forth until the material fell to the ground. The look on her face was riddled with hatred, her gaze locking onto mine.

I wasted no time, yanking her into my arms and holding her aloft. She beat her fists against my chest, whimpering as she twisted in my arms, but the second I yanked her down, thrusting the entire length of my aching shaft into her, she threw her head back and moaned.

“No. No!”

I ravaged her body, driving into her in long, savage plunges, taking exactly what had belonged to me. There would be no turning back. She’d crossed my path. Now she would surrender to my every need.

For I was Wolfen.

* * *

“Did you hear about the recent horrific murders? They think it’s some freaking animal attack.” My partner’s voice cut into my thoughts, forcing an actual snarl from my throat.

I hesitated at the traffic light, still able to feel the touch of her hands on my skin. Damn it, the vision seemed far too real and I wasn’t a man who drowned in fantasies.

“Yeah, I know. We have our own shit to deal with like facing a bunch of knucklehead bikers before coffee,” Logan offered, no doubt grumbling given my silence.

I shifted in the seat as I pulled into the parking lot, still thinking about the vision I’d had more than once. I could swear I tasted her on my tongue, could feel her wetness as her pussy muscles clamped around my cock. I gripped the steering wheel, twisting my hand.

“Whoa, buddy. Pull it to a stop!” Logan snapped, smacking his hand on the dashboard.

I slammed on the brakes, barely avoiding hitting a parked car. “Shit,” I could hear my partner mumbling under his breath.

“What the fuck is wrong with you today?” he demanded, glaring at me from the passenger seat.

Sighing, I edged the car into the only parking spot available, feeling the burning eyes of the owner of the shop from fifty yards away. My hackles were raised. I knew the meeting would turn into a damn confrontation. I kept the engine running as I turned toward Logan, calming my nerves. Logan Parker had been a good friend, although we’d never be drinking partners and the man would never know the truth regarding my past.

Or my heritage.

“I’m fine. Just trying to figure out where our suspect might run to,” I answered as I cut the engine.

“Well, Mr. Miller has very few friends. From what I’ve learned, the asshole who owns this joint is our best bet at hunting him down,” Logan snarled as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

Brody Miller had escaped from a maximum-security prison, which had shocked the entire law enforcement system given his level of incarceration. I wasn’t the only one who suspected he’d had help. The heinous murders he’d committed were ones for the record books. While Logan was right, the few friends Brody had were almost as dangerous.

Especially the man who owned the mechanic’s shop. Stone Keeler had a violent history, a man with no conscience.

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