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Not necessarily in that order.

Christ, he wanted to feel her soft skin against his palm and run his hand along the arch of her hips, down over her peach of an ass and delve farther.

Was she wet?

Had she ever touched herself after an encounter with him? Rubbing her little pussy, imagining him filling her with his cock and thrusting so hard it almost forced them into next fucking year.

He had.

He’d stroked himself more times than he could remember. Always believing that whenhewas ready, Ella would be his.

Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined he’d become a different species. Or that the world would learn of their existence and the two fucking disasters would bring her closer and yet further from him than ever.

She was untouchable.

Literally.

“El, you can’t,” he rasped.

“Why?” Ella pouted. “I’ll be lonely in the house by myself. If I stay here, I’ll be closer and safer, won’t I?”

Yes.

But not if I bite you, then watch your bones shatter as you shift into a wolf.

Mack was sure he’d end up killing Callan if that happened. He might have forgiven him for biting him, but if Ella was harmed, all bets were off. And he really liked his alpha and friend.

Jesus, now I’m thinking of killing my alpha. I should never have brought her here.

Ella closed the gap between them and tilted her face to his. “I’ll also have some friends.”

Not friends. Troublemakers.

Her vanilla scent filled his nostrils, making them flare, and his cock pushed against his zipper, wanting to feel her heat.

“Ella,” he warned.

“Why bring me here, Mack? Why did you want me here?” Her voice husky and full of sexual innuendo.

As her hand lifted, on its journey to land on his thick pec, Mack grabbed it. His hand cupped the back of her neck and pushed her back against the wall.

“Stop!” He ordered.

Ella gasped.

“I need you to stop.” His growl was low and dangerous even to his own ears.

Her panting had him closing his eyes, forcing back the wolf who wanted to escape and play with the female. It was his cock who was the most dominant, though. Painfully it swelled further, and he was sure he’d find precum dripping from the end.

“What if I don’t?”

Fuck.

Deep in his mind, a small voice asked, what if...what if he tasted her once? If he tore off her clothes here and now, bent her over, and pressed his fingers into her greedy cunt.

Then, as he sucked on his juice-dipped fingers, slapped her ass and thrust into her.

As if she meant nothing but a wild fuck.