Page 13 of Resisting Fate

“Oh, that was Max. He’s on his way home,” I say before walking closer to him. The grin spreads across my face.

“Do you always smile like that for him?” he asks, his voice taking on a growl. A possessive look crosses his face.

“He’s my best friend,” I say with a shrug, ignoring how the way he’s acting is making me feel.

He steps closer, and we are almost touching.

He dips down and runs his lips along my cheek towards my ear. “Does he know you are mine?” he whispers.

A shiver races across my spine. I swallow hard.

“I’m not yours,” I whisper, but my voice cracks at the end. Even I don’t believe my words.

He lets out a growl. “You are mine; Max can’t have you.”

“You don’t get to make that decision,” I rasp out as he bites down on my earlobe.

“Has he touched you already?” he hisses out.

His lips move along my ear towards my neck and shoulder.

My body is trembling and my eyes close at the sensation of his lips on my skin.

“That’s none of your business,” I say with a gasp when he bites down on my shoulder. Not hard enough to claim me, but enough to know he doesn’t like my response.

He bends down a bit to grab the back of my thighs and tosses me on the bed, following me so he’s on top of me. My legs open and he slides himself in between them and presses his body down to mine. “Everything about you is my business,” he growls before kissing me hard.

I resist for a second before I am kissing him back.

His tongue slides into my mouth and I get lost in the taste of him.

I grip his shoulders and, as much as I want to push him away, I find myself pulling him closer and pushing my hips up to him. I feel his hard cock through our sweatpants.

I get lost in the desire; my wolf is urging me to claim our mate.

I pull back, breathing hard, and look into his eyes. His wolf eyes flash for a moment before returning to normal.

“I’m not yours. I’m not claiming you,” I say sternly, trying to convince us both.

His eyes flash before he slams his mouth into mine and everything becomes a blur.

We rush to remove our clothes, otherwise I’m sure they would get torn up in the process.

The feel of my mate’s skin against mine is amazing, and I feel like I can’t get enough. Is this the pull everyone tells me about?

If it is, I can see understand why it’s so powerful as I want nothing more than to be consumed by him.

I don’t analyse my thoughts for long as I notice his cock against my thigh, and I let out a moan when his hand trails down to my clit. I pull away with a gasp and throw my head back as he slides his finger inside of me, feeling how wet I am for him.

I have never been this turned on in my life.

“Fuck,” he curses against my neck. I can feel his teeth on my skin and the wolf inside me wants to let him mark her and claim her, but I have enough will to refuse it.

I can feel my own teeth lengthen as my wolf wants to claim her mate, but I turn my head so I can’t reach his skin.

He removes his fingers from inside of me and replaces them with his cock.

I tense for a second. He must have felt it because he rubs his cock against my entrance, almost teasing me, and it causes me to relax enough for him to slide himself inside of me.

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