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Just one taste...

Mack lowered, tugging her to him, and the world burst into flames. Lashing of white-hot fire exploded his senses as Ella’s lips parted and his tongue swept inside.

Hungrily, he consumed her, as he’d imagined all his life. She tasted of alcohol, but still so sweet as she gripped his arms, digging her sharp nails into him.

Mack wrapped an arm around her, pressing her harder against him as she moaned. His other hand threaded throughher hair roughly and his own groan escaped as his cock found its place in the spot between her thighs.

Ella’s legs lifted naturally, and he wrapped them around his body,

“Oh fuck.” Her lips shuddered against his.

Jesus, fuck.

He had no idea he could want a woman this much. He’d been fucking like an adrenaline-fueled bunny for months since becoming a wolf, but this—this!—was insane.

It was like he’d die if he didn’t get inside her immediately. She was like that first sip of morning coffee. That very first piece of candy, knowing you’d finish the pack. The draw on a cigarette.

Sinful.

But also enticing and impossible to deny.

That now, you couldn’t live without it.

Suddenly Mack felt his wolf slip out, his control weakening, and a claw grazed her ass, ripping through the denim.

“Ouch.” Ella jumped in his arms.

Mack froze.

Shit.

Removing his mouth from her neck and the velvet skin covering her vein, Mack straightened and locked their gaze.

“Did you rip my jeans?”

What was he doing?

Forcing his wolf back, he lowered Ella to the ground.

The sensation of her feminine curves sliding over his cock a painful goodbye.

“Yeah, fuck. Sorry.” He ran a palm over his face.

“We don’t need to stop,” Ella reached for him, but he grabbed her wrist.

He was on thin ice, and if he didn’t stop, he could hurt her. Fuck, even kill her. For all he knew, Ella wasn’t strong enough to shift into a wolf.

Mack would rather care for her from a distance than see her life taken from her because he couldn’t keep his cock in his pants.

“This can’t happen again.” Her cheeks turned deep red as he shook his head. “It...we can’t.”

“Are you mated?” Ella gasped.

Youare my mate.

Lying would be easy, but Mack would never do that to her. His intention to keep her close and safe—but not too close—was a terrible plan. In one night, he’d already had his dick up against her pussy.

Jesus.