Saving Margaret by Krystal Shannan

and opened for his pleasure. Their tongues danced and he dropped one hand from her face and slid it down her side, pulling her closer by the waist until her body melded against his.
    Fire lit from deep within his soul. The bond flared between them and grew. She didn’t hold back and he could literally feel the exchange of power. The mate bond wouldn’t be permanent until they marked each other, but even now the strength of the pull was unbelievable. Her wolf was strong, just like her human personality, which he found sexy as hell. He’d never be happy with a simpering mate who always did what she was told. He kissed along her jaw line and down her creamy neck to her collarbone.
    Just one bite and she would be his. Just one.
    He nipped at her shoulder and she moaned. The sound was exquisite and his balls ached in response. He growled, lifting her from the floor as he claimed her mouth again. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he glanced around the room quickly to get his bearings. The stairs to her bedroom were just to his left.
    His lips settled on hers again and another growl rumbled deep in his chest. He took a few steps toward the staircase, but stopped short and pressed her to the wall in the foyer. Her breasts were firm against his chest and her body flexed to adjust to his every move, melding into his form. She arched her back, another moan sliding from her aroused body. Her scent was driving him wild. His hands slipped beneath the hem of her shirt and he tore it away from her body as though it were mere tissue paper, dropping it to the floor at his feet.
    With renewed fervor his kissed the heaving tops of her breasts and began searching for the latch to release them from their silky enclosures. Her lips trailed along his neck and he shuddered in pleasure from the tiny nips of her teeth.
    Bite me…gods, just bite me, please.
    The bra clasp snapped open and a loud knock sounded at the front door. She tensed at the intrusion and he huffed a snort of disgust. She attempted to slip from his arms, but he held her in place easily with one hand.
    “Stay put,” he growled, tossing her bra over his shoulder.
    “But, Scott, the door—”
    He stomped to the front door, holding her tightly to his chest. Her hair covered most of her naked back, but it would be quite obvious to the intruder he’d made a mistake by knocking.
    Magick rippled across his vocal cords and he roared angrily as he swung open the door. “What the hell do you want?”
    A man and a woman stood on the porch holding a casserole dish. More pack.
    Freak’n wolves are everywhere!
    His bear laughed in the back of his mind and scolded him for being so unfriendly.
    The male’s face reddened, but the woman merely shrugged and held out the casserole dish.
    “I suppose now isn’t a good time to visit,” she said and winked. The corners of her mouth turned upward with a smirk.
    Margaret turned her head to peer outside.
    “Hi, Aunt Breena and Uncle Nathan.”
    “Hi, darling. I know you had a long day of emptying the fridge for the family, so I made you a little mac and cheese casserole.”
    Margaret’s aunt held out the large white bowl again and Scott took it from her with the hand that wasn’t splayed across her niece’s ass.
    “I’m sure you will be hungry later,” she added, giving him a once over and a grin.
    “Thanks Aunt Breena,” Margaret answered, squeezing her legs around his waist.
    “Oh, thank you,” he muttered, “Good night.”
    He stepped back and slammed the door in their face. They weren’t coming in this house if he had any say in it at all. Her house had been full of wolves from sun up to sun down and now they were trying to invade again. No!
    Laughter carried from outside on the porch. His mate pushed away from him and slithered out of his arms.
    “What was that?” she asked.
    He glared at her, standing there looking utterly divine—pert breasts, nipples pink and erect. A rosy flush blanketed her face and her brown eyes