The Woodland Packs

“I know… but can’t you see how scary that is for me? To know you could hurt me, yet needing to trust you to protect me instead.”

Dexter groaned and dropped his weight down on top of mine.

My legs opened of their own accord and he settled between my thighs like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Then, suddenly, he flipped us and I was on top, looking down on the massive man.

“You have all the power, Claire. As my mate, a woman I’ve waited my whole life for, I’d die to keep you safe.”

I sucked in a breath. The intensity of what he was saying was truly mind-blowing.

In my world, men didn’t say such things, especially to women they’d just met.

I pushed the fear from my mind and slipped my hands beneath Dexter’s tank top. His skin sizzled beneath my palms and I gasped at the way my core melted, arousal weaving through every cell of my body.

I stroked along his rock-hard abs, finding his erect nipples with my fingertips. Torturing both of us until all I could feel was an insatiable need to have him fill me.

And what was stopping me?

I hadn’t been with anyone in months. More than months. It felt like forever. And I had three gorgeous men willing to fulfil every fantasy I’d ever had.

What was I doing… trying to run away from them?

I only had two days to decide. What was I waiting for?

I dropped my body down on top of him and pressed my lips to Dexter’s mouth.

He groaned against me and flipped us so he was once again on top.

I wanted to cry out with glee at how right it felt to have my arms and legs wrapped around Dexter’s body, to have his mouth on mine.

My mind was whirling with pleasure, my body singing in rapture.

I pulled at his top, needing to get closer.

He rolled to the side and threw the shirt across the room.

I sat up and lifted my arms. My scrubs and old bra ended up on the floor beside me.

In the back of my mind, I knew I wanted Taylor and Jay here too. I missed them in a strange way. But I was too desperate. Something innate was driving me to bond with Dexter first. Was it the Alpha thing they’d all talked about?

I didn’t really know, and I didn’t care at this point in time.

Dexter tugged at my shoes and my pants, then my underwear was gone too, in a flurry of moaning and laughing and kissing.

His jeans disappeared like they’d never been there, and suddenly he was back on top of me.

I would have liked to take my time exploring him, gazing at the wonder of his body. But the need between us was too great.

I gripped his shoulders, unwilling to let him go for a moment.

I bumped my pelvis against his and he leaned back a little, testing my arousal with his fingers.

I gasped and he groaned as he rubbed around my swollen clit with his fingers, spreading my wetness and then sliding a single digit into my aching core.

I cried out and shuddered at the invasion.

I needed so much more than just that. I ached so badly for him.