going to hurt me. I need her and she needs me. I need her , Mac. You’ll take care of her for me.” Angelo watched his mate stare down her best friend until he finally nodded his assent. She smiled and turned to Angelo.
“Let’s go. Thanks.” She gestured over her shoulder at Kathy.
“ De nada, querida ,” he murmured as he followed her out the door and into the elevator.
The stars seemed brighter than ever as Sarita and Angelo walked out into the night, hand in hand. She lifted her face to the moonlight as she dropped his hand and walked past him. Her worry over the scene that had just occurred in Monica and Fionn’s apartment began to wash away as she began to peel off her clothing. She looked over her shoulder to see her mate watching her with wild eyes. She smiled at him, feeling the heady delight of being a woman wanted. She turned and watched him stare at her. His shirtsleeves were rolled up, his hands in his pockets. Inspiration struck her, and she moved toward him, watching him swallow in nervous anticipation.
“It occurs to me, since you’re my mate…” Her voice sounded strange and husky to her own ears. “…I should take good care of you.” With a nip at his ear, she felt her teeth shifting, and she reached for one arm. He let her pull his hand from the pocket, let her unroll the sleeve. Saturated with heat and yearning, she reached for the other hand. Though she’d only touched his arms, his eyes had closed and his breathing was coming in unsteady gasps. She lifted her hands to the buttons of his starched white shirt—though she was tempted to tear it off him like the one he’d been wearing the night before, she didn’t—choosing instead to torment him with gentleness.
“You’re so proper,” she teased as she worked each button free, pressing a kiss to the heated skin above his heart, feeling a fierce exhilaration at the way it quickened under her lips. She tugged the shirttails out of his pants and pushed the garment from his shoulders. Like all wolves, his chest and back bore tattoos marking his achievements. She saw the one that had marked his place as Third in the Amazon Pack back before she had been born, and she traced it with a fingertip before dropping her hands to his belt.
“Do you ever just…come undone?” she asked as his pants fell to the ground at his feet.
Angelo’s eyes snapped open, and she felt her blood might boil over. He stepped out of his pants and wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her tight to his body, letting her feel exactly how undone he was. She placed her arms around his shoulders, tugging his face close enough to run her tongue over his shifted teeth. She wondered at the power of seduction within her that had brought this man to shudder at her touch.
“ Querida ,” he whispered. “I could, right now, sink my teeth into your pretty shoulder and make you come undone. Do you know how much I love to watch you come? You’re so beautiful and unfettered. Goddess, it gets me hot and hard just thinking about it.”
Now it was Sarita’s turn to shudder in anticipation.
“But I’m not going to do that just now,” he smiled. “Because my wolf wants yours. Needs yours.”
She hadn’t realized he had backed her up against a tree but then suddenly the roughness of it was at her back and his face blotted out the moon. He placed his shifted teeth right— oh Goddess, right there —where her neck and shoulder met, then teasingly sucked the skin into his mouth, carefully scissoring it between his teeth just enough to make her wolf whine. With a suddenness that left her bereft, he took a step back and shifted, turning and running away from her. Without conscious thought, she followed, feeling her wolf burst out as she ran after her mate.
He knew the compound grounds as well as she did, even after years away. She followed the brown wolf over a hill and deeper into the woods. When they came upon a moonlit clearing, he stopped and stared. Slowly he
“Let’s go. Thanks.” She gestured over her shoulder at Kathy.
“ De nada, querida ,” he murmured as he followed her out the door and into the elevator.
The stars seemed brighter than ever as Sarita and Angelo walked out into the night, hand in hand. She lifted her face to the moonlight as she dropped his hand and walked past him. Her worry over the scene that had just occurred in Monica and Fionn’s apartment began to wash away as she began to peel off her clothing. She looked over her shoulder to see her mate watching her with wild eyes. She smiled at him, feeling the heady delight of being a woman wanted. She turned and watched him stare at her. His shirtsleeves were rolled up, his hands in his pockets. Inspiration struck her, and she moved toward him, watching him swallow in nervous anticipation.
“It occurs to me, since you’re my mate…” Her voice sounded strange and husky to her own ears. “…I should take good care of you.” With a nip at his ear, she felt her teeth shifting, and she reached for one arm. He let her pull his hand from the pocket, let her unroll the sleeve. Saturated with heat and yearning, she reached for the other hand. Though she’d only touched his arms, his eyes had closed and his breathing was coming in unsteady gasps. She lifted her hands to the buttons of his starched white shirt—though she was tempted to tear it off him like the one he’d been wearing the night before, she didn’t—choosing instead to torment him with gentleness.
“You’re so proper,” she teased as she worked each button free, pressing a kiss to the heated skin above his heart, feeling a fierce exhilaration at the way it quickened under her lips. She tugged the shirttails out of his pants and pushed the garment from his shoulders. Like all wolves, his chest and back bore tattoos marking his achievements. She saw the one that had marked his place as Third in the Amazon Pack back before she had been born, and she traced it with a fingertip before dropping her hands to his belt.
“Do you ever just…come undone?” she asked as his pants fell to the ground at his feet.
Angelo’s eyes snapped open, and she felt her blood might boil over. He stepped out of his pants and wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her tight to his body, letting her feel exactly how undone he was. She placed her arms around his shoulders, tugging his face close enough to run her tongue over his shifted teeth. She wondered at the power of seduction within her that had brought this man to shudder at her touch.
“ Querida ,” he whispered. “I could, right now, sink my teeth into your pretty shoulder and make you come undone. Do you know how much I love to watch you come? You’re so beautiful and unfettered. Goddess, it gets me hot and hard just thinking about it.”
Now it was Sarita’s turn to shudder in anticipation.
“But I’m not going to do that just now,” he smiled. “Because my wolf wants yours. Needs yours.”
She hadn’t realized he had backed her up against a tree but then suddenly the roughness of it was at her back and his face blotted out the moon. He placed his shifted teeth right— oh Goddess, right there —where her neck and shoulder met, then teasingly sucked the skin into his mouth, carefully scissoring it between his teeth just enough to make her wolf whine. With a suddenness that left her bereft, he took a step back and shifted, turning and running away from her. Without conscious thought, she followed, feeling her wolf burst out as she ran after her mate.
He knew the compound grounds as well as she did, even after years away. She followed the brown wolf over a hill and deeper into the woods. When they came upon a moonlit clearing, he stopped and stared. Slowly he
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