Page 2 of The Wolf Guard’s Mate (Marked Beneath the Moon #3)

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HUNTER

I couldn’t stop my hand from lifting to Olive’s hip as she walked in front of me, her ass swaying with every step.

The woman was intoxicating.

Addictive.

My wolf had tried to claim her sister—but my obsession with this woman was mine alone.

I hoped a night with her would be enough to put an end to it. I couldn’t stay away from her any longer. Especially after hearing she planned to spend her first heat with fucking Jake .

I’d kill him if he touched her.

I would.

And I knew that made me unstable. I just couldn’t seem to change it.

“It’s this one,” I said as we reached the door. I hit the button on my phone, and it unlocked as we reached it.

“Should I ask how many women you’ve brought here?” she teased, flashing me a grin over her shoulder as I reached around her to get the door.

“No.”

She laughed.

The answer was the opposite of what she obviously assumed, but the truth would probably freak her out. So I wasn’t going to clarify.

She didn’t need to know that my abstinence streak was much longer than hers.

Or how many of my own rules I was breaking to spend the night with her.

Olive whistled as we stepped inside the hotel room. “I definitely shouldn’t ask how much a night here costs.”

Considering she had been a tattoo artist, and was now bartending her way through what was apparently an assload of medical debt , she was right.

My brothers and I had plenty of problems, but money wasn’t one of them. Owning a city full of werewolves was one of the few perks of running that city.

The hotel room was around 1200 square feet, according to the site. Big enough that my wolf would manage to keep his shit together. He didn’t do small spaces well. I didn’t either. Just working in my office back at the Lodge made me tense enough that I had to go for a long run every night. Sometimes in the middle of the day, as well.

“Ohh, look at that tub. Want to start with a bath?” Olive asked, looking over her shoulder at me again.

Starting with a bath would relax her. Not that she seemed anywhere near as tense as I was.

I jerked my head in a nod, and she smiled.

The way the expression lit up her green eyes made my cock throb.

“Perfect. Do you think this place has a sound system? Music would be fun.”

“I can connect my phone to the TV.”

Her smile widened. “Sweet.”

I reluctantly released her hip, stepping away just long enough to find the TV remote and turn the device on. She started the water in the tub, and I made it back to the bathroom in time to watch from behind as she peeled her black tank top over her head. Her bra stayed on. From where I stood, it was just a few thin black strips.

My cock throbbed again. Harder.

She dropped the fabric on the tile, and her hands went to the waistband of her jeans. She undid the buttons, and I could’ve groaned when she slid the denim over the sweet curve of her ass, revealing a simple black thong.

Olive turned to face me, her long hair messier than it had been a few moments earlier. Her gaze met mine before my eyes moved down the front of her.

I could’ve come at the sight alone.

Her bra was so thin, I could see through the small triangles of fabric, and her thong hardly covered anything.

“Your turn, Hun,” she said, her voice not quite as playful as before.

The woman looked so good, I didn’t give a damn what she called me.

I hadn’t realized she wanted me in the bathtub with her, but I wasn’t about to turn her down.

I tugged my black t-shirt over my head, dropping it on her pile of clothes.

She would smell like me when she got dressed. The way she should.

I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down my thighs. Her gaze fixed on my cock, and it throbbed again for her.

She watched me step out of the pants before she finally met my eyes again. “Let’s leave our underwear on for the bath.”

My forehead creased, but she had already spun around. Olive climbed into the tub, and I was momentarily distracted by her ass.

Again.

I grabbed my phone off the bathroom countertop and connected it to the TV, pulling up my music streaming app before I handed her the device. She accepted it—while she added soap to the tub, creating bubbles that were already concealing half of her body from me.

I stepped into the tub after her. It was big enough that we both fit, but not so big that we could do so without touching. Her legs tangled with mine as she settled back down and started playing some music.

I barely noticed the beat of the folk song she turned on.

Olive had my complete attention.

And it didn’t pass my notice that her behavior had changed completely.

“You’re trying not to look at me. Why?” I asked.

“I’m not.” She met my gaze, but she no longer looked comfortable. Or energetic, like she had earlier.

Had I done something wrong?

Shit.

Reaching beneath the bubbles, I grabbed her waist and lifted her onto my lap. Her eyes were wide when they met mine straight-on, and her hands landed on my bare chest.

Fuck me, having her weight resting over my body like that was nearly enough to get me off.

“Something’s wrong. What is it?” I asked, my voice growing rougher.

What if she’d changed her mind?

Or she wanted to leave?

I wasn’t sure how I’d convince myself to let her go, but?—

“Your cock is huge,” she said, cutting off my obsessive worry.

I blinked.

She reached up to brush some hair off her face, and accidentally spread bubbles over her cheek. She’d added way too much soap.

Her cheeks went pink as she continued. “You’re huge. You’ve done this a million times. My tits… they don’t have any sensation. They were reconstructed completely. You’re probably like a sex god or something, and I haven’t done the deed in years, and I don’t even know whether or not I can handle letting you see and touch my nipples, let alone whether or not you’ll like them.” She let out a breath. “I’m not dying anymore, but I’m still a mess.”

“You’re not a mess. Anyone would be uncertain in your situation,” I growled, hating that she assumed I wouldn’t like her body just because she’d been through hell. I had been fucking obsessed with her for months . “There’s only one way to find out how you feel about any of it. I’m taking your bra off.”

Her eyebrows shot upward, but I was already reaching for the fabric. There was no buckle on it, so I just hooked my fingers beneath the thin band and eased it upward.

She sucked in a breath as I freed her breasts and slipped the fabric over her head. It made her hair damp, but she didn’t seem to mind.

The water and bubbles were halfway up her breasts, so I shut the faucet off and adjusted my position to lift her higher.

The pink on her cheeks went red as her breasts emerged from the water. I lifted a hand to her face, lowering it so she was looking at her breasts.

They were sexy as fuck, and I wanted her to see that too.

“I’m dying to touch you, Oli Pop . Tell me I can,” I said.

It came out as more of a demand than a request, but the look on her face told me she didn’t mind.

“Okay, touch me.”

I carefully took one of her tits in my hand, biting my cheek to stop myself from groaning as my cock throbbed hard against her abdomen.

Her lips curved, and she lifted herself a little.

I couldn’t suppress my growl when she lowered her body over the top of my erection, adjusting it between her thighs so it rested where she wanted it.

It was going to take a miracle to stop myself from getting off far too early.

“Look at me,” I said roughly, and her gaze lifted back to mine. “Your breasts are fantastic, Olive. Fucking perfect. Nothing you’ve been through has changed that. Understand?”

Her cheeks flushed redder—and she kissed me.

Hard.

Her tongue parted my lips, and I opened for her without pause, meeting the strokes blow for blow. Her hands buried in my hair, and I squeezed her tit before grabbing her ass, pulling her down harder against me.

She moaned into my mouth, and I snapped the bands of her thong, ripping the fabric away so she could feel me better.

She rocked against my erection, making me growl into her mouth as she pressed her breasts to my chest.

The woman was unreal.

Her skin felt better against mine than I ever could’ve imagined was possible.

She rocked harder, and when she gasped into my mouth as her entire body trembled with her release, I barely held myself back.

Gritting my teeth as my fingers pressed too hard against her skin, I tipped my head and closed my eyes while she caught her breath.

“You could’ve come with me,” she murmured, her hands still in my hair.

“I’m not getting off until I’m buried inside you,” I gritted out. She moaned softly, trying to move her hips.

I held her down.

If she rocked against me, I was going to lose it.

“Give me a minute, Ol. Don’t move.”

“Alright.”

Fuck me, even her voice made holding back harder. “Don’t talk either.”

She laughed breathlessly.

I growled. “You sure as fuck can’t laugh.”

She laughed again, and I throbbed.

I wasn’t going to get my shit together like this, so I hauled her off my lap and sat her on the edge of the tub. Her bare center was directly in front of me, slick and red and making my mouth water.

I slammed my eyes shut, resisting the urge to shove my face between her thighs and lose myself in her taste.

She laughed again. “I’ll dry off and wait for you in bed.”

I heard her feet on the tile, and the sound of fabric rustling. Only when I was satisfied that she’d climbed into bed did I finally let myself open my eyes and unplug the drain.

There were bubbles everywhere, but I couldn’t have cared if I tried.

My need eased enough that I regained control of myself as I dried off somewhat and strode into the bedroom.

My female was sprawled out naked on the bed, with the blankets thrown to the edge of the mattress so her body was on display. Her dark hair was wet at the ends and clung to her skin, framing those sexy tits.

When my gaze followed her arm down the center of her body and found her hand between her thighs, slowly touching her clit, a snarl tore through me.

I wasn’t sure if it was mine or the wolf’s, but he was definitely paying attention to what was happening now.

Her chest rumbled lightly with what sounded like a purr, her lips curving upward as she watched me prowl toward her.

“Like what you see, Hun?” she teased.

“No one brings you pleasure but me.” I crossed the room quickly, tearing her hand away from her center and wrapping my lips around her fingers. I sucked the sweetness of her desire off her skin before kneeling between her thighs and opening them wide.

It had been a long time since I had my mouth on a woman, and I was going to enjoy finding my rhythm with this one.

I dragged my tongue up her center, and her entire body arched as her taste flooded my senses.

She cried out when I repeated the motion, nearly writhing with pleasure.

After so long without this, her body was responsive as hell.

I feasted on her, taking her to the edge quickly—and then stopping. The next time she came, she was going to be wrapped around my cock.

She groaned at me the first time I didn’t give her what she wanted.

She swore at me the second time, her eyes so filled with lust that I knew she didn’t mean it.

The third time, she grabbed my hair and pulled until I finally left her swollen clit and eased my body over hers.

My heart pounded in my chest, my cock throbbing violently with my desire. Having her on my tongue only made me want her more desperately, somehow.

Olive dragged my mouth down to hers, kissing me harshly as she hooked her legs around my ass. I lined my cock up against her entrance, and as she tilted her hips, thrust in slowly.

She gasped into my mouth, and I bit down on her lip, nearly drawing blood as I fought every instinct that pushed me to slam in harder.

“You can do better than that, Hun,” she breathed, and my control snapped.

With a roar, I drove into her, taking what I had wanted for so long.

She screamed in pleasure as her climax tore through her, her channel clenching around me hard.

I fucked her with abandon as I came with her, more beast than man as I slammed my release into her perfect little body.

Just as my movements slowed, Olive’s teeth brushed the place my neck met my shoulder.

My wolf shoved his way to the surface in the blink of an eye, shifting my teeth to fangs so quickly it hurt. Before I realized what was happening, my female’s blood was on my tongue—and I felt the pierce of her fangs in my skin afterward.

Electricity tore through me, and horror hit me like a tidal wave as my gaze jerked to the window, searching for the moon.

It wasn’t there.

It was in the sky far above us.

And it was full.

My wolf was rumbling in brutal satisfaction while Olive panted beneath me. My gaze went back to her, and lingered on the blood on her lips.

My blood.

On the woman I’d been obsessed with since the moment she came to town.

Because my wolf had just made her my mate—and hers had sealed the bond.