“Are you saying you can kill me?”
His eyes glowed. “No. I’m just worried I might hurt you. Not just physically, but with our strict status rules. I would hate to turn you into an obedient submissive.”
She tried to meet his gaze, but his feral intensity, weakened her legs and her will.
Chapter 19
Would Rachel eventually leave him and choose to live amongst humans? As long as she never revealed the existence of lycan society, she could do whatever she wanted. Naturally, she’d be under the warden’s supervision, but that was all that was expected. Knowing how she felt about the pack status rules, she’d likely choose not to stay. Her father really wanted to join the pack, but Rachel had no choice. No matter how she felt about him, she’d be crazy to stay. Would it be simpler if he left now? Not that he could un-claim Rachel, but he
could force himself to let her have her freedom. He would always love her, but if she chose not to be his, it would be better than her hating her life. Hating him. “I should let you rest.”
Rachel reached for him and held him by his lapels. “I’m more than happy to share my den with you.” She smiled. “Give me a taste of what it might be like as your—pet.”
So bold. The temptation to take her nearly undid him. He wanted her with every fiber of his being. Not just for pleasure, but more. Her aroma of need aroused him beyond control. He reined in his wolf carnal desire. His voice husky, wolf-like, “Don’t tempt me.”
“Please. Drag me to the den and have your wolfish ways with me. Let the beast out.”
Lev fingered her golden curls. “Oh, my sweet Goldilocks, if I only could, but I rather you wait to see if your handler can convince you to stay.”
Her amber eyes met his. “I want you to convince me.”
That was all the invitation he needed. Lev growled and lifted her over his shoulder. “Careful what you wish for.” He smacked her perky ass.
“Oww.” Rachel giggled and pounded his back with her fist. “Bad wolf.”
Lev carried his prey into her bedroom and grinned. Rachel’s large den accommodated an alpha male. Was Rylee giving him permission? He sat her on the big round bed. Tonight, he’d let her experience his wolfish sexual demands. Give her a flavor of his domineering status. A test run on what life would be like within the pack grounds. With him. “Stand and strip.”
Rachel blushed, but obeyed. She pulled her t-shirt off, exposing her lacy blue bra covering the swell of her soft breasts. She began to pull her jeans down.
“Stop.”
Her head flinched back slightly. “Okay.”
“You say, yes sir,” he said in a husky voice.
Rachel lowered her head. “Yes, sir.”
“Remove your bra.”
“Yes, sir.” Rachel reached and unsnapped her bra, releasing her creamy breasts and inviting taut nipples. She bit her lip as if repressing a giggle, making her breasts jiggle in all their glory.
He lifted her chin and glowered. “This is no laughing matter!”
Rachel jumped and lowered her head. However, not in compliance. She continued to suppress her amusement. A reminder, he had little control over this human. He narrowed his eyes. Did she think this was a game? “Stand still or I’ll nip your nose.”
She shivered at the intensity of his tone and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Tuck your hands into your back pockets.”
Rachel’s pulse quickened as she placed her hands behind her hips. The pose lifted her brazenly bare beautiful breasts. A visual feast for his eyes. His hard cock strained for release from his jeans.
“Keep them there until further notice.”
“Yes, sir.”
Lev cupped a breast in each hand. His breathing deepened. Supple and silken as a shorn lamb. He gently kneaded her breasts and she responded with soft small breaths. The scent of her arousal hit him as hard as over-applied perfume. “That’s my pet.”
“Please.”