Brooke blinked up at me. “You want to bite me?”
I gave her a wolf-grin. “Desperately.” My cock surged between her legs.
She let out a breathy laugh. “Wow. That’s…wow.”
“With a she-wolf, it’s easier because she heals fast. Like I did with the bullet wound although it isn’t remotely as bad. I’ll have to be careful with you–keep my wolf on leash. I never want to hurt you, angel.”
“And once you’ve marked your mate, you won’t go moon mad?”
I nodded. “That’s right.”
“What if it didn’t work out?”
I winced. “Wolves mate for life. But yeah, in some cases it doesn’t work out. It’s hard for a male to stay away from his mate. He’d need to protect and provide for her, even if she rejected him. Usually she’d go to another pack–like her home pack–and then he could be sure she was taken care of.”
“But if she’s human?” Brooke persisted.
Every question she asked put my heart on pins and needles, but I did my best to answer them. I’d never been much of a salesman or negotiator. What you saw was what you got with me. Furniture, sure, but I’d never had to sell me before.
I swallowed. “If you wanted to leave me, I’d have to let you go. But I’d show up in a heartbeat if you ever needed me, no strings attached. That’s a promise.” I gave her the full blaze of my wolf eyes in a solemn stare to prove I meant it.
She stared at me for a long moment. I held my breath.
“Let me up,” she whispered.
Fuck. Fuck! She didn’t want me. Didn’t want this. Us.
I wanted to tie her to the bed, so I could keep her, but I would keep my word. Pushing up with my hands, I climbed off her.
She rolled away and off the bed. She took one step toward the door, then another.
She was leaving. No!
She looked at me over her shoulder. “I thought you said you’d be rough with me.”
I froze. What? What was she saying? I arched a brow and stared from my spot on the bed. “What? I thought I was. You… what? Want it rougher?”
She smiled, not sweetly, but with a sly turn of those full lips. “Yeah, I missed out on getting bitten.”
I blinked. My wolf blinked. My dick had been hard, but now it could pound nails.
My fingers grasped the bedsheets. Twisted them. Tore them. “What are you saying, sugar?”
“That you’re not the only one who wants to run. You can bite me, if you can catch me.”
Then she took off out of the cabin.
Oh fate, she wanted me to chase her. And bite her.
And make her fucking mine.
I jumped from the bed, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as my fangs descended. Counted to ten in my head to make things fun then went after my mate.
She wanted it rough? She wanted my mark?
I grinned. She’d fucking get it.
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