Claimed by the Wolf (BWWM Erotic Paranormal Romance) by Candi Jackson

brightness. I blinked a few times, then said, “Your assistant already knows. Mike already knows. You really think the rest of them won’t put it together?”
    I braced myself, expecting him to argue or even get mad. Instead, he grinned and let a questing finger find its way below the waistband of my panties. It slipped over my clit, making me hiss and arch my back, and then dipped inside me. I couldn’t see it, of course, not until he yanked off my panties, but the imagined color contrast between our skin was so, so hot. “I intend for them to figure it out. Just as soon as you agree to go through the ritual with me and become my mate.”
    My eyes closed in delight, and my whole body begged me to stop talking and surrender, but I forced out the words. “What? You want me to do what ?”
    He lowered his mouth to my breast and began teasing the nipple with his teeth. “Oh, God,” I muttered, feeling my pussy throb and grow damp.
    He slipped another finger inside. “If you were my mate, I could do this all this time.”
    “You—you could . . . you could do it, anyway,” I whispered. “We . . . don’t have to . . . mate for that.” I fumbled for his hand, grabbed hold of it, and pushed a second finger inside me, then took his free hand and made it rub my clit. “Oh, God,” I cried. “Oh, fuck!”
    He laughed and easily removed his hands from my grip. I heard his weight shift and the sound of zipper teeth as he pulled down his pants. His thick, pulsing erection pressed into my stomach, wetting it with precum. My entire vagina grew tight with anticipation. The silver lining of this whole mess: we didn’t even have to worry about protection this time.
    Grant rolled me onto my side and spooned me from behind, pushing his cock into my hungry pussy, and diddling my clit with his free hand. I had never felt anything so good. He nibbled on my neck and my ear and whispered how he was going to make me come so hard, I’d explode.
    “Zenobia,” he breathed, “you feel so fucking good . So hot and wet and tight. I could fuck you forever.”
    And as he thrust harder and harder, I believed him. “Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!”
    I felt his balls slapping against me and how amazing his cock felt inside my sensitive pussy. His finger knew just what to do with my clit, making me cry out again and again. It felt like someone had flipped on every single nerve ending. I was so wet, so hot. I thought I would die, but instead, I crested and came, hard, again and again, like the sea crashing.
    I could drown right then, and I wouldn’t care.
    He groaned as my pussy clenched around him. He bit down into my shoulder and thrust even harder, harder, harder, until at last his thighs contracted, and he shot his load into me. I moaned and reached behind me for him.
    We lay like that, panting, drenched in sweat, our heartbeats slowing. Right then, all the cares of the world seemed far away. “I don’t love you,” I told him finally, “but I could be talked into this . . .”
    “Oh, I know,” he said easily, and tapped my butt. “I always get what I want.”
    “That’s pretty arrogant,” I said, twisting to face him.
    He reached up to turn off the light. “Not really. Just honest. Anyway, I don’t believe in love. Love’s for suckers.”
    “Seriously?” Hearing Mike’s words on his tongue was more than a little jarring, especially since I was a total romantic. I frowned. But then , I thought, look at my history. Maybe Mike and Grant were onto something.
    Even so, I couldn’t give up the idea of love completely. That was too depressing.
    “Yeah, seriously,” Grant said. “Why do you think so many cultures had arranged marriages for so long? Marriage is good for two things: allying families and producing heirs. That’s it.”
    He sounded full of conviction, like he really believed it. Why, though? Had Grant been burned in the past, or had he just never fallen in love?
    But I kept the questions to myself. There was