Page 60 of Rogue Wolf

“Okay…” He frowned.

“What were you thinking, locking me up here while you go out fucking in your wolf form?”

He stared at her, mouth agape. “I did not.”

“You did lock the fucking door.”

“I did that, but what the fuck was the rest of that? You think I was fucking someone? Someone who wasn’t you? What’s wrong with you? Of course I didn’t do that. I locked you in to keep you safe while I went off with the pack.”

“Mating with the pack.” Tamaska put her hands on her hips. “Why else would you leave me?”

“That’s not true. And I left because I had to. As Alpha, I needed to run and celebrate with them. It’s complicated.”

“It’s not complicated! You took off and locked me up like…like…a toy! One you didn’t want.” She blinked hard, hot tears pressing at her eyes.

“Tamaska.” He said her name softly, sending shivers down her spine, and the warmth and tenderness in his tone wrapped about her. “I promise you, I wasn’t out there mating.”

“No?”

He smiled. “I had to go hunting with my pack, but I chose not to mate.”

“Chose.” She glared. “Why should I believe you?”

“Wrong choice of word, but it was a choice. I didn’t want to. Not with them.” He lowered his voice. “Because I wanted you. I’m here right now and want you…right now.”

The breath left her lungs. Fuck it, she believed him.

Kodiak opened his arms. No words were needed. She wanted him too. Right now.

Tamaska rushed into his arms. Her clothes getting wet as he held her tight. This is all she’d wanted for days, but the last few days had felt like years. She just wanted time with him, to cuddle and…more.

She looked up to meet his eyes. Now, they had time for so much more. She shivered with anticipation.

He pressed his lips to hers, opening her mouth as passion sparked between them. Tongues intertwined to deepen the kiss, unfurling heat and wetness and pleasure and that deep, needing hunger he set off in her, and tension began to leave Tamaska’s body.

Not wasting time, Kodiak tugged her T-shirt over her head and threw it aside. She tried to undo her jeans, needing to feel all of him.

“No. My job.” His voice was a growl at her ear and it ricocheted through her.

She dropped her hand to his cock, circling it, tugging. “My job,” she whispered.” He shuddered. He was hard, erect, getting even harder.

He pressed against her as he squeezed her to his chest, crushing her breasts against him. Her nipples hardened as her desires inflamed, out of control.

He was the right fire, the right heat, and he fit her perfectly as her body throbbed with need and pleasure. He kissed a path to her throat, biting his way to her nipple and when he caught one and sucked, her lower abdomen contracted, tight and hard, flooding her with wetness and a deep excitement only he could elicit.

Her pussy throbbed, and she was aware of a space that needed to be filled.

He brushed her back with his hands, sending her senses spinning, spreading flutters of delight over her skin. He clutched her buttocks and pulled up hard, pulled her jeans against her clit as he stretched her pussy to elicit even more desire.

She groaned between kisses, enjoying the sensation of his body against hers and the way he touched her.

He slipped his hands below the waistband of her jeans to rove about her hips. He found her front and freed her button, then lowered her zipper. He brushed against her mound over her panties. Her hips naturally tilted forward, begging his fingers to move deeper, to enter her.

Oh Christ how she wanted this. It was a need that beat like her heart in her. And she trembled, needing to be naked and have him buried in her.

“Hurry up,” she said.

“Impatient,” he muttered. “Good things are coming. Fuck I’ve needed this, needed you.”

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