Her Biker Wolf (Obsessed Mates 2)

5

Forge

Her eyes are huge. She looks nervous, stunned.

But eager. I sense the need shivering through her.

It’s time to tell her. She trusts me—at least, a little. And my animal is calmer now I’ve gotten her to safety.

I move right to the edge of my seat so I’m close to her. “Because you’re mine, Maya.”

Her mouth falls open. Of course, it comes as a shock—she’s human. But she knows werewolves, I remind myself. She’ll be familiar with their possessive ways.

“What does that mean?” she says in a breathy voice.

“It means you’re mine to cherish, to protect. It means your sweet cherry is mine to take—”

Her knees press together convulsively. Fuck. She’s imagining me inside her. My cock surges and I fight to keep the pleasure from showing on my face.

“It means you belong to me. You’re my mate.”

Her pupils are huge and her chest rises and falls. “But, I can’t… can’t mate.” She breaks off, her eyes brimming with emotion.

Okay. That was way too fast. I need to give her time. She’s young, innocent. Still a virgin, after all.

No rush, Forge.

“Nothing wrong with kissing, though?” I growl.

She hesitates. But her nostrils flare and she zeroes in on my lips. Is she remembering how passionately she kissed me earlier? I sure hope so.

“Kissing never hurt anyone,” I say, low, crooning. “Just a little fun.”

My beast swells beneath my skin and I push it right back down. It doesn’t understand the concept of fun. All it’s thinking about is mate. Claim. Possess.

Later.

Right now, I’m going to focus on giving this little angel as much pleasure as she can take.

I reach for her hand and draw her nearer. She gets up from her seat and stumbles toward me. Holy crap. She does want this. Her small hand rests on my knee for balance and my wolf lets off a growl. When she’s close enough, I snatch her up and pull her onto my lap.

She feels all tense, shaky, but when I dip my head and press my lips to hers, she lets out a ragged moan.

I draw back, gaze into her eyes in wonder. They’re deep blue pools of yearning. “Wound tight, aren’t you?”

“Uh huh.”

I chafe her lower lip with my thumb. “You want this?”

She gives a quick nod.

“What do you want?”

“You to kiss me some more.”

“What else?”

She hesitates.