Page 40 of Feral

“So, what happens if your wolf chooses someone you can’t stand?”

His laugh was explosive. Hearty.

I absolutely loved hearing the rich baritone.

“Impossible. She might drive you fucking nuts. She might even point a gun at your chest every time she sees you,” —he winked at that— “but you find it all utterly intoxicating.”

I couldn’t scarcely breathe. “So… you’re intoxicated? By me?”

“Yes.”

“What happens when it wears off?”

“Wolves mate for life. A she-wolf could leave her mate, but he’d always follow. He’d always have the need to protect her. To provide for her. He’d try to fix whatever went wrong.”

“Sounds a little stalker-ish.”

Rob grinned. “Yeah, I guess it might. There are bad matches sometimes. The greater danger to our species is not finding your mate.”

I went still. “What do you mean?”

“An unmated male could go feral. We call it moon madness. He gets stuck in wolf form and can’t change back. Then he’d have to be put down to protect the pack.”

A shiver went up my spine. “Are you saying if we don’t do this… mate thing, you’ll go mad?”

He was quiet for a minute as he studied a lock of my hair. “Not necessarily. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. You just found out what I am.” His hand slid down my back and cupped my ass. His fingers slid over my pussy, and I felt a growl rumble from his chest.

“I love feeling my cum slip from you.”

I set my head on his chest, listened to his heart beat as he ran his hand over me, up my spine, over my bottom again, and then back between my thighs.

He’d have to be put down.

Rob could die all because I couldn’t mate him.

I couldn’t do it. I had a job in Phoenix. I wasn’t Natalie Shefield. I wasn’t even the person his wolf needed. He couldn’t be stuck with me forever. Well, his forever would be short because he was going todie.

If there was another woman, someone else who his wolf liked, then he could mate her and wouldn’t die. The idea of him laying like this with another woman made me want to claw her imaginary eyes out.

“Shh,” he crooned, and his fingers slipped between my thighs to play. “I can practically hear your mind working. Don’t worry about me, angel. I’m the alpha of the pack. The alpha of you, too. I handle all the worries.”

I let out a puff of air at that. Ridiculous man—wolf. I didn’t mind his alpha male assertions though. All the men in law enforcement were alpha types. I was completely used to their style, and in my opinion, Rob wore it best of all the men I’d known. I wiggled my hips because his touch, remarkably gentle for everything we’d done together, was getting me going again. Especially since it was his cum that was making me so slick.

“Rob…”

“Let me play now.” He rolled us, so he was on top and slid down my body, nudging my legs wide as he went.

I pushed at his head. “Rob, I’m all messy.”

He looked up at me from between my thighs. He ran a finger through my trimmed patch of curls above my clit. “I like red here. Let me play. I love the scent of us together. Knowing you’re marked by me. This pussy is mine, angel. Any shifter will scent me on you now.”

He licked me, and I forgot everything. Only Rob. Only what he was giving me. I blinked my eyes open and stared at the ceiling as he ate me out. He was giving me everything, and even though I’d sucked his dick, I couldn’t give him what he really wanted. All of me. Therealme.

Even I didn’t know who that was. I wasn’t Natalie Shefield. I wasn’t even Willow Johnson, for that was the name a social worker gave me when I first went into the system.

I might be a mate to Rob, but I was one hundred percent a lie.

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