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He made it to their bedroom and closed the door with his
foot. Then he stomped to the bed and deposited her on top. Her hair swept
around her shoulders, blonde strands thick and bouncy, her eyes dark.

“Mary?” he drawled, advancing on her.

“Hmm?” She rubbed her legs together and leaned back,
balancing her weight on her arms.

“I’m going to eat you up.”

He growled in satisfaction when she grinned. “My very own
big bad wolf?”

In one swift motion, he had her trapped. He caught her hands
in one of his and lifted them above her head, using his weight to keep her in
place. Lowering his head, he paused when they were nose to nose, gazes locked.

“That’s right. Your very own big bad wolf.” He swept his
mouth over hers, using light circular motions. “But there’s a catch.”

“There is?”

“Oh yeah.”

He intended to wring every sound he could from her, to have
her begging and pleading for more. Looking into her eyes, he allowed the wolf
to shine through. They both wanted her, needed her.

“Show me,” she whispered.

The wolf howled, his head spun and he thrust his tongue into
her mouth, sampling her above before he ventured down below. She didn’t
hesitate, returning his kiss, shifting her hips so that he felt her hot cunt
rubbing the length of his cock.

Dangerous.

Out of control.

Totally fucking perfect.

Leave it to Mary Shepherd to bring out the beast in him.

Chapter Thirteen

Somewhere deep down Mary knew what she was doing was wrong.
This wasn’t the time or place to cave to sexual cravings. Ava was in trouble,
Diskant was suffering in her absence and the pack was obviously unstable. She
should have focused on the important things and not her raging hormones, but
heaven help her she couldn’t help herself.

Not when Emory was looking at her like
that.

His beautiful brown irises had become a glorious shade of
amber gold, his pupils dilated so the color contrasted perfectly against black.
The tic in his jaw was sexy as hell. It had taken all of her control not to
jump into his lap in the kitchen and press her lips against his, to tease his
lips with hers. Her breasts felt swollen, the ache between her legs increasing
with each passing second. If she had been made of ice cream, she would have
melted on the spot. Her body felt as warm as liquid caramel, heating from the
inside out, leaving her a weak puddle of lust on the bed.

“You want me to show you, huh?” he asked, his voice a hoarse
rasp.

Do I ever.
“Yes, please.”

He lifted away and shoved his hand behind his back. She
watched in awe as he yanked at his shirt, clutching the material between his
shoulder blades, and started pulling the material forward. Firm skin revealed
itself, inch by maddening inch. Screw food. It wasn’t her stomach Emory had to
worry about. What she needed was covered by cotton and denim, a fucking crime
as far as she was concerned.

Strands of dark hair covered his brow when the shirt slid
free. He tossed the clothing to the ground and looked at her, his irises
glowing yellow. Her heart thudded before it started pounding erratically. How
had she ever managed to run from this man? She must have been blind or
crazy—possibly both, considering their history. As for now? Running was the
last thing she wanted. Someone would have to pry her away from his side if they
wanted her to turn from him.

He watched as she placed her fingers on his chest. His skin
was silken and hot, the muscles hard yet smooth. He closed his eyes, a look of
contentment and need on his face. “Don’t stop,” he murmured with a soft growl.
“I want to feel your soft little hands all over my body.”

“Like this?” She kept the contact light, running her fingers
along his pectoral muscles to his abdomen. She traced the lines of his
six-pack, tickling his skin with her nails. The corded muscles beneath her
fingers hardened, flexing.

“Just like that.” He didn’t open his eyes, his breathing
ragged. “I love your touch.”

In for a penny, in for a pound.

Before she could second-guess herself, she reached down and
flattened her palm against the bulge in his jeans. The hard outline of his cock
greeted her, the length unrelenting and solid. His eyes snapped open and locked
with hers. There was so much desire in his gaze—so much want—it felt as though
it scorched her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

“You’re playing with fire,” he warned, brows drawn together,
his expression fierce.

She writhed against him, lifting her hips so that she
trapped her hand between his body and hers. “Do I look like I’m afraid of being
burned?”

“You should be.”

There was that look again—like he really
was
going to
eat her alive.

He didn’t look away as he rocked against her, grinding his
cock into her hand. She groaned and grasped the length of him. With a soft
squeeze, she ran her fingers upward until she felt the mushroom-shaped tip. His
attention slowly lowered from her face and he stared at her breasts. He dipped
his head and ran his nose along her collarbone in a breezy motion. Her skin
tingled, fire racing from her stomach to her pussy as he nipped a path down her
sternum. His teeth caught her shirt here and there along the way.

“You smell incredible, Mary. Are you excited, sweetheart?”

She started to answer when the words caught in her throat,
rational thought obliterated by the fingers that shimmied beneath her T-shirt.
She gasped when his hand slid beneath the waist of her sweatpants and traveled
down. Heat flooded her cheeks. Forgoing underwear had never been so
embarrassing—or so arousing. There was no barrier between Emory’s fingers and
her skin. One touch and he’d feel precisely how excited she was.

“So soft,” he whispered and stroked her slit. “So hot and
wet.”

His cock jerked against her hand, straining into her palm.
Emory slid two fingers inside her, thrusting deep. Warmth spread from her stomach
and stretched through her torso. She glided her palm along his length as he
fingered her, timing it so they moved in tandem. After several seconds she
abandoned her efforts and tried not to focus on the fingers teasing her pussy.
If he was going to touch her skin to skin, it was only fair she be able to
touch him too.

“Mary—”

“Just wait,” she said, stunned at how deep her voice had
become. It took both hands to open Emory’s jeans and part the material so she
could reach inside. His breath caught when she wedged her hand between the
denim and his hot cock, his skin hard but smooth.

He hissed at the contact, pushing against her palm. The
muscle in his jaw tightened as he peered down at her. “Remember what I said
about playing with fire?”

“Yes.” God, did she remember. She wanted to burn, to crumble
like fresh, smoking ash in his arms. “Show me.”

He moved so quickly she barely had time to register the
motion. His lips captured hers, his tongue diving into her mouth, no longer
tender but aggressive. This time when he thrust his fingers into her, he used
enough force to drive her toward the headboard. She cried into his lips,
rocking against his hand when his thumb brushed her clit. This is what she
wanted, the very thing that had drawn her from the bedroom in search of Emory.
She’d been nervous about leaving the safety of the bedroom but not so much she
could deny her need for him.

His fingers hit the sensitive place inside her, rubbing with
expert motions. She squirmed beneath him, aching for more, rocking her hips so
that his thumb applied more pressure to her swollen clitoris. Soon she’d soar
to the stars, gone from one reality and sent to another.

If only he’d keep touching her
there
.

“You like that?” The heat of his breath caressed her lips.
The intimacy was almost more than she could take, keeping her trapped on the
edge. “You’re so sweet, Mary. So slick and ready for me.”

Yes, she was. Fuck a duck, she wanted this. Her arms shook,
the trembling through her limbs impossible to stop. It was as if she had something
inside her, an entity that reached out to Emory and begged him for all he could
give.

“Please.” The word sounded so raw, so open. “Please.”

“Right there.” His fingers created a glorious friction
inside her. “Do you feel how good this is? Can you take what I want to give
you?”

She shattered, fragmenting into unadulterated ecstasy. She
forgot to continue stroking him to bring him to climax along with her. The
feelings were too good, too damn consuming. Her gasp didn’t pass her lips,
caught in his mouth. His tongue teased hers, the tip rotating in dizzying
circles around hers.

Emory.

How had she ever existed without this?

How did I exist without
him
?

“You’re so beautiful.” She shuddered at the words,
undulating against the clever fingers testing her more tender inner flesh. “So
goddamn hot.”

She felt his breath against her skin, the exhalations
against her throat fueling her climax. When the ripples of pleasure subsided,
she sagged into the pillows. Her hand remained on his hard cock, the warmth of
his skin seeping into her palm.

“I warned you,” he growled. “I said you were playing with
fire.”

Before she could question him, he’d yanked on her
sweatpants. The material swept down her thighs before it seemed to vanish. She
whimpered as cool air brushed the lips of her vagina, so cold against her
sensitive and heated flesh. The hands Emory placed on her knees told her what
he intended. He applied steady pressure to part her thighs, leaving her
vulnerable and open. She spread her legs, trembling beneath his much larger
form. As anxious as she was to feel his mouth against her hammering sex, she
was also nervous. She was still new to the games lovers played, uncertain and
jumpy.

Emory leaned back, giving her plenty of space. “Take off the
shirt. I want to see you.”

In order to do as he asked, she had to let go of his cock,
fingers drifting from his satiny length. He watched as she pulled the shirt up
her torso and over her head. She tossed the shirt to the ground and he simply
stared, his eyes roaming over her body. Her gaze drifted down his chest, until
her eyes rested on his engorged penis. The broad head protruded from his jeans,
the length beneath thick and straining to break free.

Guided by instinct, she reached out to pull his pants down
his thighs. He stopped her, wrapping his fingers around her wrist. Lifting her
gaze, she looked at him. His eyes remained bright. The tic in his jaw warned
her he was struggling for control.

“Touch me again and I won’t last. I want to take things nice
and slow.”

He moved from the bed and removed his clothing, starting
with his boots and working his way to his jeans. Each inch of skin he revealed
made her wetter, his muscular thighs flexing along with the corded flesh of his
arms. He was the most stunning thing she’d ever seen, all hard lines and tanned
skin. She studied the tattoo on his arm, noting the way the wolf image seemed
to come to life as he kicked free of his clothing and returned to the bed.

She expected him to come over her body, to rest on top of
her like a blanket. To her surprise, he lowered his head at her ankle. He
licked the inner skin, nibbling his way toward her knee. The light bristles on
his face tickled her skin, his chin rubbing against her thigh. By the time his
breath caressed the folds of her sex she was fisting the sheets.

“Fuck yeah,” Emory growled, his eyes focused on her pussy.
“This is what I want.”

His tongue darted out, flicking back and forth across her
clit. She arched her back, gasping in pleasure. He abandoned the bundle of
nerves and swiped his tongue through the wet and puffy lips beneath, plunging
his tongue toward the mouth of her pussy. Emory’s deep growls combined with the
slight penetration almost sent her into orgasm.

More. Please more.

As though he heard her, he lifted his head and slid his body
against hers. His lips surrounded a nipple, his teeth gently scraping her skin
as he sucked. Then he moved to the other breast to do more of the same. She
felt his cock jerk against her thigh, leaving behind a trace of wetness.
Remembering his warning about touching him, she intentionally reached down to
take him in hand. If what he said was true, she was going to force the issue.
She wanted him inside her, the two of them as close to each other as they could
possibly be.

“No you don’t.” Emory trapped her hands by the wrist and
forced them over her head. She met his sultry gaze, unafraid as he positioned
himself over her. “I’m driving, angel eyes. Not you.”

She didn’t argue, not when she felt his cock glide against
her slit. He penetrated her shallowly, using careful plunges with the tip. She
wanted to release a growl of her own. Who needed soft and easy sex? Hard and
fast suited her just fine. Her entire body was keyed-up and ready to go. The
first orgasm was an appetizer. Now she was ready for the main course.

“Stop teasing me,” she snapped, although the demand came out
husky and laughably weak.

“I’d never tease you, Mary.” He rested his forehead against
hers, his yellow-gold eyes meeting hers. “I’m only building the heat. Can you
feel it? How good it feels to burn?”

With a soft cry, she wrapped her legs around his waist and
shoved her hips toward his. He slid deeper inside her, his thickness parting
her, the friction and pressure exactly what she wanted. For a moment she
wondered if he’d keep taking about fires, dragging things out. Instead he gave
her what she asked for, spearing his cock into her—once, twice and a third
time.

Stars flashed before her eyes and the room went out of
focus. Her muscles quaked, fiery prickles spreading from her pussy through her
body. She came hard, her entire body quivering with her release. Her cries were
loud inside the room, echoing like a siren in her ears. Emory drove the
sensations, thrusting into her, no longer careful or slow but determined and
quick.

As the world stopped spinning, she looked at Emory, shocked
to discover he was still hard inside of her. The grin he gave her was feral, as
though the wolf inside had just come out to play.

“My turn,” he whispered, slowly rocking his hips.

With a sigh, she relaxed.

Who in the hell was she to argue?

His mate was a hellion, without a doubt. Emory wanted to
take things slow, to enjoy this moment with his mate. What he hadn’t
anticipated was the bond between them or her increasing sexual needs. Now that
she’d come a second time, he was going to take her just like she wanted.

He let go of her hands and lifted away. Sliding his arms
beneath her knees, he angled her so his cock filled her completely. She groaned
and closed her eyes, arching to assist each time he pumped into her cunt. Damn,
she was gorgeous. So hot it made him want to howl. His balls slapped her ass,
the sensitive sac cushioned by the soft globes.

The connection was open between them, allowing him to sense
her desire. Despite her release, she still wanted more.

She still wanted him.

He growled, snapping his teeth together. Claws slipped past
his fingers, the tips scraping across her skin as he fucked her at a steady
pace. Looking down, he watched his cock exit her pussy, excited by the
glistening wetness coating his skin. He wasn’t lying when he said if she
touched him he wouldn’t last. Around his mate, all he could think about was how
wild she’d be, how wet her could make her.