I force myself to think about Sedona and, after a few breaths, he backs down. I was relaxing Amber so she can help Sedona. Not mating her.
Once I’m calm, I return and find she hasn’t moved, her legs sprawled open, arms flung wide. Her mussed hair and flushed cheeks make her look thoroughly f****d. By me. My wolf preens. I climb over her and kiss her neck, settling beside her.
“What about you?” she asks hoarsely.
“I don’t think you’re ready for wolf c**k,” I joke, hoping I’ve hidden my grimace of pain. I seriously think I might die if I don’t f**k her brains out soon. But Amber’s not mine for the taking. I have no plans to mate any female, especially not a human. And, damn, but I don’t think I’m capable of just fooling around with her. Not with my wolf howling at me to mark her.
“No?” s
