better.”
Looking away from him, she folded her arms across her chest. “Why do you even care? It’s obvious you don’t want me here. You’d probably be happy if I got eaten by a bear or something.”
Hale felt his body reacting to the nearness of her. He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her head so that she had to look at him.
“You asked me what it was like to be a wolf,” he said. “Because of you, my brother is going to leave and many of my pack members will probably go with him.”
Her bottom lip quivered. “I told you, I don’t want that.”
“I should hate you, or at the very least I should want you gone.”
Hale took a step forward, leaving just enough space between them for his erection to press against her belly. He saw a muscle in her neck bob, but she didn’t back away.
“But I’m a wolf,” he told her, his voice becoming low. “ So instead of wishing you would get mauled by bears, all I want is for you to be safe.” He lowered his head to her ear. “And instead of wishing you were gone, all I can think about is getting you on your knees and fucking you until you can’t even remember my brother’s name.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
A low growl was Taylor’s only warning before she was on her back. She had barely registered the pain of hitting the groun d before his mouth was on hers. The alpha had one thick leg between hers, forcing her thighs apart so that his rigid cock jutted against her pelvis.
Fury and indignation rippled through her, but as she moved to push him back, his cock pressed against her in just the right way. Her body betrayed her as an involuntary moan tore from her chest. Like the predator he was, Hale capitalized on her moment of weakness and thrust his tongue into her mouth.
She had never been kissed like this before. It was harsh, rough, and relentless. She could hardly breathe but the part of her that cared about breathing had completely checked out. Hale kissed her like he desperately needed something inside of her—something that no other woman could give him—all the while grinding his cock against her in a rhythm that reduced her to a trembling pile of nerves beneath him.
Pushing her dress out of the way, his hand found her breast. There was nothing tender or gentle in the way he touched her. His hand clamped over her breast in a hard, possessive vice grip. He growled again and this time she could feel it reverberating through his chest like a deep, appreciative purr.
It wasn’t guilt that finally gave her the will to push at his chest. It was fear. Not fear of Hale, what he was, or what he might do to her. It was fear for what was happening inside of her. Her body felt as though it was being taken over by a lust-driven animal with no concern for consequences or anything that didn’t involve having Hale inside of her.
He growled again, but this time with much less pleasure. He pulled back, scrutinizing her with his smoldering eyes. Taylor took a deep breath, and then another, finally realizing how oxygen-deprived she’d been. She tried to move from under him, but Hale kept her pinned. She tried to regain her earlier sense of fury and indignation but Hale was one step ahead of her.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he warned. His breathing was ragged and his hot breath clung to her face.
Taylor thought she should be screaming or fighting or something, but instead she remained beneath him, still struggling to catch her own breath.
“Don’t what?” Her high-pitched voice sounded foreign to her.
“Don’t you dare act like you don’t want me to fuck you.”
His gaze was too intense and she had to look away. “Please get off of me, Hale.”
“No.”
He moved to kiss her again, but Taylor placed a shaky hand over his mouth to block him. She knew that Hale was much stronger than she was. If he really wanted to, he could overpower her and take her right then and there.
A sick part of her wanted him to.
But he just glared at her,
Looking away from him, she folded her arms across her chest. “Why do you even care? It’s obvious you don’t want me here. You’d probably be happy if I got eaten by a bear or something.”
Hale felt his body reacting to the nearness of her. He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her head so that she had to look at him.
“You asked me what it was like to be a wolf,” he said. “Because of you, my brother is going to leave and many of my pack members will probably go with him.”
Her bottom lip quivered. “I told you, I don’t want that.”
“I should hate you, or at the very least I should want you gone.”
Hale took a step forward, leaving just enough space between them for his erection to press against her belly. He saw a muscle in her neck bob, but she didn’t back away.
“But I’m a wolf,” he told her, his voice becoming low. “ So instead of wishing you would get mauled by bears, all I want is for you to be safe.” He lowered his head to her ear. “And instead of wishing you were gone, all I can think about is getting you on your knees and fucking you until you can’t even remember my brother’s name.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
A low growl was Taylor’s only warning before she was on her back. She had barely registered the pain of hitting the groun d before his mouth was on hers. The alpha had one thick leg between hers, forcing her thighs apart so that his rigid cock jutted against her pelvis.
Fury and indignation rippled through her, but as she moved to push him back, his cock pressed against her in just the right way. Her body betrayed her as an involuntary moan tore from her chest. Like the predator he was, Hale capitalized on her moment of weakness and thrust his tongue into her mouth.
She had never been kissed like this before. It was harsh, rough, and relentless. She could hardly breathe but the part of her that cared about breathing had completely checked out. Hale kissed her like he desperately needed something inside of her—something that no other woman could give him—all the while grinding his cock against her in a rhythm that reduced her to a trembling pile of nerves beneath him.
Pushing her dress out of the way, his hand found her breast. There was nothing tender or gentle in the way he touched her. His hand clamped over her breast in a hard, possessive vice grip. He growled again and this time she could feel it reverberating through his chest like a deep, appreciative purr.
It wasn’t guilt that finally gave her the will to push at his chest. It was fear. Not fear of Hale, what he was, or what he might do to her. It was fear for what was happening inside of her. Her body felt as though it was being taken over by a lust-driven animal with no concern for consequences or anything that didn’t involve having Hale inside of her.
He growled again, but this time with much less pleasure. He pulled back, scrutinizing her with his smoldering eyes. Taylor took a deep breath, and then another, finally realizing how oxygen-deprived she’d been. She tried to move from under him, but Hale kept her pinned. She tried to regain her earlier sense of fury and indignation but Hale was one step ahead of her.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he warned. His breathing was ragged and his hot breath clung to her face.
Taylor thought she should be screaming or fighting or something, but instead she remained beneath him, still struggling to catch her own breath.
“Don’t what?” Her high-pitched voice sounded foreign to her.
“Don’t you dare act like you don’t want me to fuck you.”
His gaze was too intense and she had to look away. “Please get off of me, Hale.”
“No.”
He moved to kiss her again, but Taylor placed a shaky hand over his mouth to block him. She knew that Hale was much stronger than she was. If he really wanted to, he could overpower her and take her right then and there.
A sick part of her wanted him to.
But he just glared at her,
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