Her Biker Wolf (Obsessed Mates 2)

“She was wrong.”

“You put me first.”

“I’ll always put you first, Maya,” I growl.

She frowns. “Even though finding my brother will mean betraying your pack?”

I shrug. “It’s nothing compared to making you happy.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

She gives a muffled cry and falls into my arms.

I hold her tight, rubbing her back through the T-shirt.

Before long, she shudders, and then I feel the hard little peaks of her nipples, pushing through the fabric and pressing against my chest. I slide my hands down and caress her bare ass.

“I need you, Forge,” she murmurs.

I go still. Did she really just say that? I draw back and look into her eyes. They swim in the morning light like turquoise pools of innocence. “What did you say?”

“I said, I need you,” she repeats, and her voice turns strong and confident. “I’ve been needing you all night.”

“That so?” I grunt, belying the effect her words are having on me.

“In my sleep. I had some amazing dreams last night.”

I give a dry laugh, remembering the feeling of her hand encircling my cock. I run my fingertips along her arms and thighs, keeping my touch casual. Pushing back on the burning desire that flows through me like lava.

Her expression turns serious. “I’m ready for you, Forge. I want you to mate me. Take my virginity.”

My beast roars, and I sweep her up and take her inside.