bringing out instincts he’d never thought to
experience. He resisted the urge to bend her over the sink, removed her panties
and urged her toward the steaming bath. Her fear overrode the demands of his
body, putting her first.
“In you go.”
In an instant Chloe seemed to become aware of her nudity.
She quickly tried to cover herself and hurried to the water. He thought the
temperature was too much for her at first, concerned when she hissed and
gritted her teeth. Then she slid into the clear depths—vanishing as she ducked
her head below the surface—and he released a sigh of relief.
He crouched beside the tub and waited for her to reappear.
She came up for air with a greedy gasp, using her hands to clear the water from
her eyes. The liquid caressed her breasts, lifting them high. After she
finished swiping at her face and gazed at him, something inside him changed.
With her like this—wet, confused and vulnerable—it was hard
to do the right thing.
Instead of protecting her, he had other things on his mind.
Things she might not appreciate this early on. He had to battle his wolf for
dominance, determined to behave as a mate should.
“I’m going to make breakfast,” he said hoarsely and handed
her a washcloth, forcing his hand away from the temptation of her silken skin. “Come
into the kitchen when you’re finished.”
He hurried from the room, trying to focus on feeding his
mate instead of fucking her like the animal he was. She was young and
inexperienced. He had to prove his worth and soothe her rattled nerves. This
was the most important meal he’d ever prepare in his life. He had to focus.
Storming away from the bathroom, he forced himself not to
look back.
One more glance at his female—one more caress of the
combined scent of her pussy and his seed flowing to his nostrils—and he’d lose
all control.
Chloe stared at Jackson’s back as he walked away. Her heart
was racing, her pussy throbbing for attention. One simple look from the man
she’d shared the night with and she’d turned into a puddle of goo. She couldn’t
think clearly, her thoughts turning on themselves. He’d told her that her
father was a werewolf and her birthmark was far more than she’d ever bargained
for.
In the light of day what he said seemed plausible and scary
as hell.
She ducked her head beneath the water again, letting bubbles
of air seep from her lips. The pictures and scents that had invaded her senses
when she opened her eyes—of her and Jackson, doing all kinds of naughty things
to each other—slowly bled away. What they’d shared was more than she’d bargained
for. She’d thought they’d share a night together and her need for him would go
away. But she was wrong—so very wrong—and now she wanted him more than ever. In
a way that terrified her.
Get clean and go home.
She splashed to the surface and scrubbed at her skin,
dismayed as the alluring scent that was all Jackson faded. For a moment she
stopped to study her wrist. Oddly, the mark didn’t hurt at all. She couldn’t
detect an uncomfortable twinge. She couldn’t be a werewolf. It wasn’t possible.
She’d feel it. On some level she’d have to know.
Wouldn’t she?
Getting back on task, she shifted back and let her hand
drift to the tender tissue between her legs. She used gentle strokes of the
cloth, swiping at the folds, remembering how they’d gotten so swollen and sore
in the first place.
Panic made her heart drum in her ears, adrenaline and fear
raging through her system. She’d thought about protection but by the time
Jackson had started making love to her it was too late. At that moment she’d
been lost, thinking only of him.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Hadn’t her mother’s loss taught her anything? If she was
lucky she’d be able to walk away with a broken heart, not a bun in the oven.
After a cursory glance at the shampoo bottle nestled at the
foot of the tub she decided she didn’t have time to worry with her
experience. He resisted the urge to bend her over the sink, removed her panties
and urged her toward the steaming bath. Her fear overrode the demands of his
body, putting her first.
“In you go.”
In an instant Chloe seemed to become aware of her nudity.
She quickly tried to cover herself and hurried to the water. He thought the
temperature was too much for her at first, concerned when she hissed and
gritted her teeth. Then she slid into the clear depths—vanishing as she ducked
her head below the surface—and he released a sigh of relief.
He crouched beside the tub and waited for her to reappear.
She came up for air with a greedy gasp, using her hands to clear the water from
her eyes. The liquid caressed her breasts, lifting them high. After she
finished swiping at her face and gazed at him, something inside him changed.
With her like this—wet, confused and vulnerable—it was hard
to do the right thing.
Instead of protecting her, he had other things on his mind.
Things she might not appreciate this early on. He had to battle his wolf for
dominance, determined to behave as a mate should.
“I’m going to make breakfast,” he said hoarsely and handed
her a washcloth, forcing his hand away from the temptation of her silken skin. “Come
into the kitchen when you’re finished.”
He hurried from the room, trying to focus on feeding his
mate instead of fucking her like the animal he was. She was young and
inexperienced. He had to prove his worth and soothe her rattled nerves. This
was the most important meal he’d ever prepare in his life. He had to focus.
Storming away from the bathroom, he forced himself not to
look back.
One more glance at his female—one more caress of the
combined scent of her pussy and his seed flowing to his nostrils—and he’d lose
all control.
Chloe stared at Jackson’s back as he walked away. Her heart
was racing, her pussy throbbing for attention. One simple look from the man
she’d shared the night with and she’d turned into a puddle of goo. She couldn’t
think clearly, her thoughts turning on themselves. He’d told her that her
father was a werewolf and her birthmark was far more than she’d ever bargained
for.
In the light of day what he said seemed plausible and scary
as hell.
She ducked her head beneath the water again, letting bubbles
of air seep from her lips. The pictures and scents that had invaded her senses
when she opened her eyes—of her and Jackson, doing all kinds of naughty things
to each other—slowly bled away. What they’d shared was more than she’d bargained
for. She’d thought they’d share a night together and her need for him would go
away. But she was wrong—so very wrong—and now she wanted him more than ever. In
a way that terrified her.
Get clean and go home.
She splashed to the surface and scrubbed at her skin,
dismayed as the alluring scent that was all Jackson faded. For a moment she
stopped to study her wrist. Oddly, the mark didn’t hurt at all. She couldn’t
detect an uncomfortable twinge. She couldn’t be a werewolf. It wasn’t possible.
She’d feel it. On some level she’d have to know.
Wouldn’t she?
Getting back on task, she shifted back and let her hand
drift to the tender tissue between her legs. She used gentle strokes of the
cloth, swiping at the folds, remembering how they’d gotten so swollen and sore
in the first place.
Panic made her heart drum in her ears, adrenaline and fear
raging through her system. She’d thought about protection but by the time
Jackson had started making love to her it was too late. At that moment she’d
been lost, thinking only of him.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Hadn’t her mother’s loss taught her anything? If she was
lucky she’d be able to walk away with a broken heart, not a bun in the oven.
After a cursory glance at the shampoo bottle nestled at the
foot of the tub she decided she didn’t have time to worry with her
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