But I’m wearing leather and chainmail.Not easily tear-able...unless he changes and claws at the garments.
He breaks the kiss and gasps in a breath.“Undress,” he says through gritted teeth.“Now.”
I want to.I want my naked body clamped to his, his cock inside my pussy.God, I want it more than I want to breathe.
But—
“No.”
“What did you say?”
“There’s nothing wrong with your wolf hearing, Rogan.I saidno.”
“You’re trying my patience, princess.”
“Good, because you’ve been trying mine.Who the fuck cut out those vampire hearts?”
“Get that gear off your body or I swear to God I’ll rip it from you with my teeth.”
I squirm, move my hips in the instinctive raw undulation.I yearn for him.Yearn for the feel of his hard cock inside me.
Yearn for his lips on my nipples, sucking, chewing, biting...
My hands itch.They want to move to the chainmail, remove it from my body.A shudder races through me as I still my fingers.
No.I won’t allow this.
I’m stronger than my desires, my aching, my yearning.
My will is stronger than my body.
Until—
A conversation with my stepfather...
It’s in the edge of my mind...
No!
I will force it out.
It’s nothing.
Not a fucking thing.
But—
The memory...It clouds my mind...and it forces itself into my consciousness.
“Isn’t it interesting that you, firstborn daughter to the reigning vampire king, would find yourself mated to an Alpha wolf?”
“There’s nothing interesting about it. It’s nature. And no one can control nature.”
“Seems nature has done a good job of controlling you, though. Damning you to forsake your sister. Your mother.”
I curl my hands into fists. “I need his fucking blood!”
“Right. The blood lust. Your father’s curse. I wonder... How is it that it led you to Victor Rogan?”