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I want to make her come, over and over, until she’s begging me to stop. Until she agrees to be my mate because no one will ever pleasure her the way I do.

“Look at me,” I snarl out, the pleasure building and my muscles tightening. I need to see her eyes. To watch everything she’s feeling move over her face.

Scarlett tips her chin down and opens her eyes. They glitter in the moonlight, calling to me.

I lift my head, wanting to taste her lips again. When she kisses me, I’m no longer in control. She is. Her mouth feeds from mine, her lips tugging at my mouth and tongue, pulling me deeper beneath her spell.

I feel her fingers at the base of my cock as she swirls them in her own arousal. They touch me over and over again, and I realize she’s rubbing her clit as she rides me. With each stroke, her cunt grows tighter around me, squeezing me until I’m barely holding on to any semblance of control.

My wolf lunges forward, ready to claim her when we come. He has already forgotten our vow not to rush her. My teeth lengthen, becoming the fangs I need to bite her.

I tear my mouth from hers, running my lips down the side of her throat. “Mate,” I snarl out.

Her free hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back so my mouth is no longer on her neck. “Not yet,” she gasps out as she keeps riding me, harder and faster.

When her hot lips find my throat instead, I groan loud and long. She’s undoing me one moment at a time. She won’t let me near her neck, but she’s nibbling at mine like she wants to make a meal of me. My grip on her hips becomes bruising, and I know it will leave marks on her delicate skin.

I should be appalled, but my wolf is satisfied by the knowledge. Others will see them and know she belongs to us. If we can’t mate her right now, this will have to do.

Her body shudders over me as her pussy clamps hard around my cock. Scarlett sinks her teeth into my skin as she cries out in release. The bite of her dull teeth is almost enough to send me over the edge with her. I slam her hips down onto mine as I surge upward, reaching the deepest parts of her. Wetness trickles from her body as she spasms and shivers over me. I can feel every single gasp and whimper in my balls as she continues to ride me through her climax.

I can’t control it any longer. I drop my head, ready to bite her, to mark her, but her fingers slide between my lips, resting on my tongue. The same fingers she used to stroke her clit. I can taste her arousal as she continues to suckle my throat, leaving welcomed marks on my skin.

It’s too much. I nearly howl as I come, my muscles growing rigid beneath her weight. My cock jerks as I spill inside her, filling her up. She shudders over me one last time, wringing the last of my release from my body, and stills. Her skin gleams with sweat in the moonlight as she leans against me. We’re both panting and trembling from the intensity of our mating, yet I can’t release my hold on her hips. My wolf is too close to the surface, insisting she remain exactly where she is.

I can’t control the grunt that leaves me when her mouth suckles my neck one last time. “You play a dangerous game, mate,” I grumble.

She doesn’t lift her head, but I can feel her lips curve into a smile against my flesh. “I know.”

“You’re lucky my wolf is still under my control. But barely.”

She finally lifts her head and meets my gaze. “What happens when you lose control?” she asks.

Without stopping to consider my words, I voice the thoughts I had when she sank down on my cock for the first time. “I make you come over and over until you’re begging me to bite you. Begging to be my mate because you finally understand what it means to be mine. Then, I sink my teeth into you and bond us together forever.”

A shiver runs through her and I can’t resist nipping the skin at the base of her neck. “Perhaps you shouldn’t push my limits until you’re ready for more, little mate,” I point out.

She tugs at my hair until I lift my face toward hers. When our eyes meet, she releases a shaky breath. “You paint a tempting picture.”

Scarlett’s gaze drops to my mouth when my lips curve in a small smile. “Does that mean you’re reconsidering your stance on mates?” I ask.

“Maybe.” Her lips are smiling, but her eyes are solemn. As if she’s truly thinking about what it would mean to be my mate.

“Good,” I murmur, nudging her nose with mine.

The last of my restlessness melts away. Perhaps I’m getting through to my mate after all.

Chapter Sixteen

Hunter

When Scarlett disappears into the woods after Conall shifted and slipped on his breeches, I’m tempted to follow. As much as I want to see them together again or even join in, I doubt his wolf will tolerate it.

A Lycan dosed with wolfsbane is an unpredictable creature. Their senses are dulled by the substance, and they tend to have an allergic reaction on their skin and in their eyes. It also makes them temperamental and irritable.

Instead, I take the time to think about what Scarlett said about Victor. There are things she doesn’t know about him. Things that might change her mind if she understood.

I’ve spent enough time in town to know the man and overhear how he speaks about women. I also know how long he’s had his eye on Scarlett. Nearly fourteen years, since a few months before she turned fifteen. The man is nearly old enough to be her father, but he’s lusted after her since she was little more than a child. The thought sickens me.