Racing Destiny (Dirt Track Dogs Book 5) by P. Jameson Page A

Dessy.”
    She bit her lip to keep a whimper in.
    He didn’t mean it. If he was thinking right, he wouldn’t have said it. Because truth was truth, and when his mate was in the picture, Destiny would lose him. Or at least a big part of him.
    Unless… unless he’d already thought of that. Maybe that’s what he was trying to tell her. Did… did he want her like that?
    Her throat ached with the possibilities. Could he feel that much for her that he’d choose her over his intended? The wolves felt so strongly about their mates, it seemed like a far out idea. But maybe…
    His thumb swept across her bottom lip while his eyes locked onto her mouth. “Dreamed about these lips,” he murmured. “A fucking nightmare and sweet dream all at once. Torture because I couldn’t have them. I’m going to have them now.”
    That was all the warning he gave before he dove for her mouth, capturing it and pressing his tongue inside. It wasn’t like their first kiss. It felt like a claiming. Beautiful and brutal and altering. Diz tasted like heat and desperation—he tasted like she felt. Hot and desperate. For assurance. A guarantee that his words were true. That she’d never lose him.
    His hands gripped her hips, pushing his hard erection into her, and she gasped at the contact, his mouth swallowing the sound.
    He wanted her. Badly. But for how long?
    Damn it, how would she survive this when he pulled away? How would she put herself back together when he walked out the door?
    His hand kneaded her hip, his thumb sliding under the hem of her shirt to caress the skin there. She burned hotter with every thrust of his tongue, every brush of his touch.
    Her scent exploded in the room, her tiny shorts doing little to cover it, but it wouldn’t matter if her lower half was buried in a mountain of snow. He’d imprinted her scent. She’d never be able to hide it from him again.
    Diz broke their kiss, sucking seductively on her lower lip, and then bent his head to inhale deep.
    “How long, Dessy?” he whispered against her neck. “How long have you wanted me?”
    She couldn’t lie. Couldn’t lie to Diz.
    “The whole time,” she breathed the truth into the air, and her stomach clenched at the bare vulnerability of her heart in that moment.
    “The whole time.” He lifted his gaze to stare into her eyes.
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    Suddenly, he urged her backward, pressing her against the wall, trapping her between it and his hard body. She gasped as his palm traveled up her ribs to curve around her breast. When he squeezed, she couldn’t hold in her moan. Diz touching her so intimately felt like heaven.
    When he spoke, his tone was a sultry growl. “Do you know how many times I’ve had to hide my cock from you because it was hard as fucking granite? Do you have any idea how I’ve denied myself the pleasure of touching you because I thought you were oblivious to me. Because I didn’t want to face a one-sided attraction. Because I didn’t want to make things hard for you, and I was content to have you as my most precious friend. But no more. We deserve this, Dessy, this beautiful fucking thing, whether it’s fated or not. We deserve to feel this pleasure. We deserve to have what we want.” He paused to kiss along her jaw. “I want you. You want me. It’s simple.”
    Oh, how she wished it was.
    “Diz,” she moaned. “Your mate…”
    “No,” he boomed. “There’s no room for her here with us. It’s just me and you, and that’s how I want it. Me and you, Dessy.”
    “But…”
    He bent, lifting her into his arms and holding her against his chest. She felt safe with him as he stalked to the bedroom. He’d made it clear, she was who he wanted.
    Destiny let all her fears slip away. This was Diz. She trusted him. He’d never do this if he thought it’d hurt her. He was choosing her.
    Lose me? That will never, fucking ever, happen …
    Happy tears pricked her eyes. Her dreams were coming true. A loving mate, and it was