Page 82 of Brazen

His eyes turned that pale, silvery blue. His wolf wanted me. “Hell, yeah. How–”

“Audrey and Becky told me.”

His cock pressed against my belly, like he was excited by the thought. “I’d have told you all about it, but we hadn’t gotten there yet. I was taking my time with you. Waiting to tell you I’d put my mark here.” His fingers slid down my neck and beneath the collar of my flannel, then tapped a spot on my shoulder. His lips followed the finger, and he scraped his teeth against my skin.

I began to heat. Soften. A shiver of recognition rippled through my body. I wanted that bite.

I wanted to be his.

It seemed crazy–I’d only known this guy for a couple of weeks, but I was certain. Sam was the one.

Everything that happened with Ted happened to get me and JT here. To Cooper Valley. To this moment.

Fate had conspired to send me Sam, the perfect man to help raise my child. The man who put me first–even over his pack. The man who wanted to mark me as his and spend the rest of his life with me.

“Yes.” I looked up into Sam’s hungry wolf eyes.

“Yes, you want it there?”

“Yes, to everything. I’m all in, Sam.” I pulled my hair to the side and tugged the neckline of the flannel away to expose my shoulder. “Mark me.”

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SAM

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It had nearly killed me to wait, but I wasn’t about to mark my mate out in a field. Nor was I going to carry her back to the bunkhouse to plunder, as much as I wanted to.

Instead, I’d let my balls turn blue, put her in her car, and told her I’d bring dinner over after she picked up JT from school.

Now, as I gently closed the door to JT’s room after reading to him until he fell asleep, it was hard to contain my wolf.

Mark. Mine.

The sound of low sultry music came from Clio’s bedroom. Good. That would drown out her pleasure.

I opened the door and groaned, biting my knuckle.

The lights were off. Candles flickered all round the room, casting a warm, amber hue around the room. Clio lay in the center of the bed, freshly showered and fully naked. She’d shaved the hair between her legs, so her pussy was bare.

An open bottle of wine stood breathing with two glasses beside it.

My mate was seducing me.

“Fuck, Sparks. You’re so beautiful.” I pounced on the bed, yanking my shirt off the moment I landed.

“There’s my Tarzan,” she purred, running her fingertips across my chest.

“Someone’s already wet,” I pronounced as I kissed down her neck, one hand cupping her breast.

She slid her hand behind my neck and into my hair. “How can you tell?” Her husky voice sent a fresh kick of lust rocketing through me.

“The whole room smells like your sweet honey.” I brushed the pad of my thumb across her erect nipple as I kissed my way down her breastbone. Her belly. Over her mons. “Open these thighs, so I can taste it.”

She drew her knees up, and I slid my hands under her ass and lowered my face to her glistening sex.

Claim. Claim. Claim, my wolf chanted.