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“But you’re attracted to her. We’ve talked about this. You told me you want her. It’s our nature.”
“Not anymore,” he says, pushing my shoulders to the bed and climbing over me.
“That’s not possible,” I blurt, even when my body responds to how close he is. My legs immediately fall to the side, allowing him room to lower his hips to mine.
“Oh, it is.”
He trails his lips across my jaw and over my cheeks, then backtracks to breathe along that path, making my skin tingle. “You told me to get him back.”
“I told you to figure out how not to go Feral. No matter how you do it, I’m not giving you up.”
He grinds his dick between my legs. Clearly, he knows what he wants. Confusion licks through me—not because he doesn’t instill the same feelings, but because he’s not supposed to. We could die for this. And it bucks against everything I know about mates.
“How is this possible?” I ask as he moves his attention to my throat, placing his lips there, lingering. My pulse thrums.
“You’re asking the wrong question. The right question is: can you be quiet?”
I tilt my head, but in the next moment, I understand where he’s going with this. He unclasps my jeans, leans back to unzip them, and then yanks them down. Not wasting any time, he hovers back over me, his fingers moving over my hips to find their mark.
The closer he gets, the more intricate the pattern he traces over my skin. “You didn’t answer my question.” He rims my clit, and it takes all my willpower to stay on the bed. “Can you be quiet?”
I nod, even though I’m practically bursting at the seams.
“Oh, thank fuck.”
He presses the pad of his thumb against my nub, working it in featherlight circles until he pushes his pointer finger into me.
I let out a short, yet quiet, cry.
“Mine,” he growls into my ear. He works his finger in and out as I move in sync with him. Each thrust rattles the tension around us. The air is so thick with it, I worry everyone else in the cabin can feel it, too. “You know it, don’t you? You can feel that you belong to me.”
He works his hips against his hand as his finger sinks inside me. It’s almost as if we’re fucking. Going at it in the alpha’s hunting camp like it’s no big deal.
Scared to know what my wolf might be feeling, I block her out and just go with the sensations coursing through me. Our heavy breaths mix in the air. Nathan starts moaning, his lips held tight together as he reins himself in. I sneak my hand around his body and clamp down on his ass, taking a handful for myself and quickening his movements.
He bares his teeth against my neck. “Are you going to come around my finger, Mia?”
I whimper. “Mm-hmm.”
“I wish it was my cock. I want to drive into you so bad.”
The image of that sends me over the edge. Both of us lose control in that one moment. Unrestrained. Not giving any fucks. All about the pleasure.
I gasp as my orgasm overtakes me. Nathan holds his free hand over my mouth, and I spasm around his finger. The forbidden act prolongs my pleasure, and I writhe under him while he drives into me again and again.
When I let out a harsh breath, he finally releases his hand from my mouth and pulls his finger from my core. Collapsing onto the side, his chest slams against my arm.
The ceiling comes back into view, its rustic beams like bars across the white paint. “We’re fucked,” I breathe out.
“Don’t say that,” Nathan growls. He tugs my pants up, and we both lie there. After a moment, I reach down to zip up and clasp the button back into place. My limbs still feel like jelly. He grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers. “I just can’t help myself,” he admits. “I’m reeling with all these thoughts about you that I should be having about her. When you told me he shifted in front of you, I needed to have you.”
“We can’t take this path,” I explain. I’m fucked anyway, but he doesn’t have to be.
He glares at me after I tell him as much. “We’re both fucked if you end up Feral. Did you hear me? I don’t give a fuck if fate put us together or not. I feel it inside me.”
“Are you sure you’re not just being a dude?” I counter.
He growls, his teeth elongating and cutting into his plump lip. “I know what it feels like to have a mate, and you’re mine.”