Wolf Protector by Milly Taiden

and the bowels of hell appear on earth, and he wouldn’t care or be able to stop from tasting her lips again. Hunger for her made him turn rough. Her open lips gave him an easy entry into her sweet depths. His tongue plundered, tasted, dominated, and possessed her. Too much had been worked up between them, and he was beyond thinking. It was time to feel. She pulled him down closer, until his body draped over hers. His cock ended up nestled between the warmth of her open legs.
    Passion exploded inside him. The kiss turned wilder, desperate and consuming. He should stop. He should stop right now. Her whimpers grew, and he envisioned ripping off the tank top. He trailed his hands up her sides and grabbed her hands, stopping her fingers from twining with his hair. In one of the toughest battles against his instinct to be with Erica, he pulled away from her. It was hell, but he didn’t want to be a booty call. He’d wanted Erica for a long time and would not settle for some quick tumble as a means to relieve stress. No matter what she believed, he had feelings, and most of them were telling him this was not the right time. Erica was more than a quick lay. She was his mate.
    “Erica, you’re tired.”
    She moaned and kissed his jaw, ignoring his words. Her tongue flicked over his neck, and he almost forgot why they shouldn’t continue.
    “Please… I need you.” She whimpered into his neck.
    His cock wanted to kill him for what he was about to do. He lifted off her body and watched her open her unfocused eyes. “You need sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”
    He lowered his face to level with hers, placed a soft kiss on her furrowed brow, and walked out.
    He knew she was confused. He’d rather face her anger at this dissatisfaction now than face her anger for having taken advantage of her later. That wasn’t the way he wanted to start his relationship with his mate.
    * * *
    “So, you look like you got shit rest, Sleeping Beauty.” Ramirez said from the driver’s side when Erica slid into the backseat of the SUV. “What the heck do you do at night? If you tell me you’ve been sneaking out of your room to go clubbing I’m going to be so jealous.”
    She growled and placed her sunglasses over her tired eyes, effectively shutting both men out. She was a fool. Trent had been coming on to her for years, and when she finally decided to give in to his playboy ways he walked out! What the hell was wrong with him? He was the biggest player she’d ever met, and he had turned her down.
    “Leave her alone, Ramirez. Let’s see Gina Torres’s apartment,” Trent snarled. The vindictive part of her was quite smug over how tired he looked. Good. It made her feel a little better to know she wasn’t the only one who hadn’t slept well.
    “Brock and Donovan will be heading this way tomorrow.” “It seems the two victims may have had someone in common. An ex-boyfriend.”
    Erica stared blindly out her window and thought of both victims. Thankfully, their screams hadn’t kept her awake. Her own sexual frustration had her staring at the ceiling fan all night. She’d been torn between knocking on Trent’s door and demanding he fulfill her sexual needs or just hitting him for leaving her in that sad state. She sighed.
    Trent had the charm of any man raised as the youngest with four older sisters. He always talked about how they doted on him. He developed a charm that never failed to get him into whatever panties he wanted. Women were drawn to him. He made each one feel like the most important woman alive. He could make the sourest woman smile. That was the reason Erica had worked so hard to keep an emotional distance from him. Although that part hadn’t been too difficult, the sexual interest drove her crazy most of the time.
    “Did Brock mention if the ex is a suspect yet?” Trent asked.
    “No,” Ramirez replied. “He said that he wants us to view Gina’s apartment, see what we find. Maybe something definite