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“I’m not going to run.” I planted my feet firmly into the ground. “But I would love to kick your ass.”

Threw his head back and laughed. The cocky dick was not even paying attention to me when I lunged forward and right-hooked him to the face. He stumbled backward with me on top of him and I pushed his arms above his head.

He continued laughing, as I rained down punch after punch to his gorgeous face until my knuckles were sore and bleeding. He grabbed them when I winced and held my wrists. I tried to rip them away from him, but my grunts and cries to get away from him were absolutely useless.

“That is enough. Stop! You are hurting yourself!” he yelled, but I continued to fight.

I wasn’t going to stop either. I was fucking pissed.

He rolled on top of me, our favorite way to subdue each other, pinned my arms back and he straddled my waist. He took one look between my breasts and wiggled his brows. “Now, are you ready to calm down or am I going to spank your ass to teach you to behave?”

I spat in his face. “I am no one’s property.”

He let out a huff and wiped away the spit from his eye. “Sweetheart, I belong to you as much as you belong to me. There is no head of the relationship here—we are equals.”

“Seems like there is because you are making all the decisions with all this ‘your mine’ shit,” I sneered.

“No, no, no, my sweet little mate. The Goddess is the one that paired us together. Two puzzle pieces that fit quite nicely together. I don’t know if you have noticed, but your arousal has fucking drenched my cock, and I can smell your heat approaching.”

The deep sounds of the purr in his body were felt between my legs.

Heat? That is an animal thing.

“No—”

“I don’t tolerate lying,” he growled, his face inches from mine. “Say that you want me. Say that you want this thick, juicy cock shoved in your tight cunt. And if you do, I will reward you with a knot to sate that hunger of yours that wasn’t sated earlier.”

I tried to squeeze my legs together, but he pushed his knee between my legs.

“The hell is aknot?” I snapped.

Locke pulled down the front of his shorts. The picture he sent me earlier had his hand covering the base of the monstrosity that I was now seeing. There it was, a large bulge at the base of his dick, right below his last piercing.

Locke ran his hand up and down his shaft. “This is my knot. All wolf shifters have it,” he groaned. “When I am ready to fill you with my seed, I will shove it inside you. Fill you up with my come and lock it inside you. It will make sure that none of my seed escapes you.”

And, instead of feeling fear, my pussy fluttered with anticipation.

I wanted him more than I cared to admit, and I knew I was being a grade-a-bitch. But how else was I to process it? My chest heaved and my body shuddered when he rubbed his thick cock against my most sensitive clothed parts.

“What is a ‘heat’?” I moaned, pushing my breasts toward him. “That is for animals, I’m not—I’m not—”

Locke licked my shoulder where he bit me earlier. “Ah, that might be my fault. I sped up our bond by biting you. But you just looked so delicious.” He licked my cheek.

I panted, feeling his teeth graze my shoulder. I was feeling drunk—not myself at all the more he touched me, kissed me and now I wanted him to sink his teeth into my skin again.

Locke chuckled. “Finally calming down? Don’t worry, I’ll be submitting to you plenty in this relationship. But first, let me take care of you—I’ve waited far, far too long for this moment.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Locke

She was taking it remarkably well. Especially, considering how strong of a luna she was going to be.

I placed kisses down her neck and over her mark once more. I released my scent allowing it to envelope her and it acted like an aphrodisiac. Sure, I was cheating a little bit, but I think every one of my men has cheated in some way.

“I still can’t believe you’re a wolf.” She panted. “I need some sort of proof. Can you shift into your wolf or something? It still doesn’t seem real.”

I tsked “I don’t think so.” I enjoyed having both my hands on her, thank-you-very-much. Instead, I let my claws from my lycan form flow from my fingertips. As the sharp claws grazed her skin, she gasped.