Page 14 of Forced Wolf Bride

Sad, though. Maybe.

I simply grunt at that. She's obviously more forgiving than I am. Perhaps it's a female thing.

"So, I do art. What do you do?" she asks lightly.

"What do you mean, what do I do?" I shrug. "I do this. I run the pack, I run my businesses. I take out my enemies."

She sighs. "That all sounds veryproductive,but what do you enjoy doing?"

I want to tell her I actually do enjoy fighting and winning, but pause. She's looking at me with such openness in her eyes, it makes me want to give her a bit more. "I like sports. We used to do these big-pack games. A tournament. Tyler was just a kid then, but he was great. So fast, and a great team player." I smile as the memories come flooding in.

"You don't do them anymore?" she asks gently.

"Things changed. Different priorities." I reply gruffly.

"Well, the games sound fun. Maybe you should hold them again sometime."

I feel something at the back of my throat, a weird, constricting emotion that I have to stuff back down. "Wouldn't be the same."

She's looking at me now with a sympathy I can't stomach. I push away my half-eaten dessert and motion to Sandy for the bill. Quinn doesn't say anything as we head to the front, just sticks close to my side as I chat with some pack members. I'm not sure if she's scared or shy, but she barely raises her head. I catch Sandy giving Quinn concerned looks, which pisses me off—Quinn may be my captive, but I'm clearly treating her well. I give Sandy a pointed look, and she makes her excuses to head back into the kitchen.

Feeling guilty isn't something I'm used to.

Standing by my truck, I'm about to tell Quinn to get in when I hear shouting across the street near a general store. There’s the smashing of glass and then some shouting. The store’s owner, Mack, yells out, confirming my suspicions. His store is being robbed.

Two men I don't recognize come charging across the street, trying to reach a car parked opposite mine. My wolf howls within me as he takes control, urging me to take action.

Without thinking, I leave Quinn and help apprehend them. As they struggle against me, my fists move of their own accord, punching one in the face before throwing him against a wall. The other man turns to run but is stopped by Mack, who grabs hold of his collar and drags him back to the group of wolves that have gathered. Zack arrives just in time to take over.

I was right—these idiots aren't from around here and seem human. Some swift justice from Zack will see them deposited on the main road out of town with enough bruises that I doubt they'll ever return.

"Never a dull moment," Zack quips as the men are thrown in the back of his truck. "Where's that girl of yours?"

The adrenaline still flowing through me falters as realization dawns. Quinn. I just left her standing there. Her wolf is probably halfway through the forest now.

My eyes scan the small crowd, and then I see her. Standing by my truck, just where I left her. She didn't run.

I walk toward her slowly. Her expression is soft as she watches me approach with a faint smile playing on her lips. It stirs something inside me that I’ve long forgotten: hope.

I stop right in front of her, and without thinking, I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She shivers slightly at my touch, her eyes widening in surprise. I can't help but smile as I lean down to whisper in her ear, "You should have run when you had the chance."

She's trembling now, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to pull her body against mine. My wolf is demanding it.

Instead, I step back and take her hand. Helping Quinn into the truck feels like a promise. One that won't be broken tonight.

The atmosphere in the car is charged with an unspoken electricity between us. I can't help but glance at Quinn as I start the engine, and when our eyes meet, I know she's feeling it, too. We drive back to my place in silence, but the heat between us is palpable.

I turn off the engine, get out of the truck, and walk around to her side. I move to help her down, my hands on her waist. But as she slides down, I push her back against the truck in a searing kiss.

Her arms are instantly tangled in my hair, our bodies grinding together in perfect harmony as if we've done this a million times before. It's like no other feeling I've ever experienced before.

Pinning her against the truck, I use my free hand to pull her vest down, and her breasts spill out. I palm one, roughly enjoying her gasps as her head tips back. Her nipples are pointed in the cool night air, and I dip my head to suck one into my mouth. Her little mewls as I gently nip her go straight to my painfully hard cock.

I can't wait any more. I move my mouth away, my breath hot on her neck as my hands roam down to the button of her jeans. I make swift work of removing them before forcing her down to the soft ground on all fours. With her knees on the grass, I can't help but admire her beautiful ass.

I run my hand down her back until my fingers slide through her wetness. I push one finger in, then a second, watching as her body opens for me and her back arches in anticipation. Fisting my cock, I rub the head of it in her juices before pushing it into her tight, wet core.

Quinn gasps and moans beneath me with each thrust, pushing back against me more and more eagerly until we are both lost in our own little world of pleasure. My grip tightens on her hips as I pick up speed, pushing ever deeper until she is screaming with every thrust. I reach around, alternating between squeezing her breasts and rubbing her clit until she's begging for release. Molten heat floods through me as my wolf threatens to completely break free.

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