And in those five minutes, I was repeatedly assaulted by an infant. You weren’t here to protect me. He hungrily devoured his mate with his eyes as she scooped some of the chocolate cake into her mouth. She looked truly amazing in that silk, midthigh coral dress with her hair slightly curled and hanging loose around her shoulders. He just wanted to lick every inch of her. His wolf wanted to take a big bite.
Miranda Whitney is Alpha female of the Sutherland Pack, Shaya told Ally.I’ve heard about her. Ally swatted away a mosquito. She runs the pack alone, right? It wasn’t common for an unmated female wolf to run a pack.
Yep, confirmed Shaya, her mouth tightening in distaste. I don’t like her. But we’re cordial and civil because she’s our closest neighbor.Ally understood that. Neighbors often watched out for each other, chased away trespassers, and informed each other of any suspicious activity. Hearing her cell phone ringing, she excused herself and went into the lodge. Retrieving her cell from the pocket of her jacket, she tensed when she saw Zeke flashing on the screen. It wasn’t the first time he’d tried calling her since she’d left the Collingwood Pack. Unfortunately, he wasn’t deterred by her ignoring those attempts. Finally the cell ceased ringing, and she exhaled heavily.Spinning on her heel, she found Derren staring hard at her. Nosy little bastard, aren’t you?
With two purposeful strides, he closed the small distance between them. Who was it? When she didn’t answer, Derren snatched the phone from her hand, unsurprised to see there was a missed call from Zeke. She might not realize it, but the same expression always took over her face whenever the subject was the Collingwood Beta—one that contained betrayal, hurt, and weariness. It never failed to prickle the protective instincts of Derren and his wolf.He might have, but then a beeping sound was quickly followed by 1 New Message flashing on the screen. Before she could seize the phone, he opened the message and read it aloud. Ally, why won’t you talk to me? I just want to know that you’re okay. Derren met her pissed, narrow-eyed gaze as she yanked the cell from his hand. You’ve been ignoring his calls. Good. Keep it that way.
Her spine locked. Who I speak to is my business. Should I grab a ladder so you can step out of it?
I don’t want him contacting you. He didn’t want a single ounce of her time spent on the fucker.Jesse . . . It was a demand and a warning.
Not done, he growled. His tongue plunged inside her, swirling and stabbing over and over and over.God, she was close to begging, and she never did that. But then, it probably wouldn’t make a difference if she did. There was only one thing that ever made him show some fricking mercy. I’m yours, you son of a bitch!
Jesse rose up and slammed into her pussy, burying himself balls deep in one possessive thrust. She came instantly, contracting and rippling around him. Yes, you are. He rode her hard, watching her gorgeous gold eyes widen and go blind with pleasure. That’s it, sweetheart, milk me dry.With her taste in his mouth, her scent flooding his lungs, her soft skin under his hands, and her pussy squeezing him like a burning-hot fist, he couldn’t hold back. He exploded, filling her with everything he had and biting the swell of her breast to leave yet another mark.