Mated To The Alpha: A Standalone Wolf Shifter Romance, стр. 31
Her words pulled him back, but barely.
"You said there would be hordes of wolves when I was in full heat."
His throat tightened in pain, but he choked out a response.
"Do you want hordes? I can summon them. Whatever you wish, Emma."
"No! I'm just confused. I was headed to you. I want you Elam, only you. But you said you'd have to fight..."
"That was before. Things changed."
"Things? What things? Elam, I can't think right."
"That was before I was Alpha. Before I took you with me, hand in hand, to see Thomas's body. I'm sure your scent is driving many a wolf to find a mate tonight, but none will bother us here. I am Alpha, and you are mine. I know it, the pack knows it."
"I know it as well. I need you, Elam. Please."
"That is the heat talking, Em. I will guard you, don't worry about that. No one will bother you. But I don't want you to choose me in heat, and regret it later. Your regret would tear me apart. I will wait, Em. I will wait, however long it takes, no matter how badly I ache to come to you, to soothe you, to claim you. I will wait. Until it is what you want as well."
"You were just willing to summon hordes of wolves at my whim, if that was what I wanted, but you won't give me you?"
She snorted the words with equal parts sarcasm and wonder, but she was honored that he wouldn't take advantage of her just because he could. And right now, he most definitely could.
She let her eyes roam over the hard body she'd been seeing quite a bit of lately, had even gotten to touch in the cave before Galen interrupted them. She'd wanted him then, almost admitting it to him and giving herself to him then, and she was damn determined his honorable chivalry was not going to stand between her and what she wanted tonight.
She took the few steps needed to reach him, stopping just inches from his hard, sculpted body. The body she knew would give her so much pleasure, if she could only tempt him past chivalry, tease him past honor, drive him past protection and over the edge toward possession.
The wind picked up right then, caressing her skin with its warm breeze. It felt like a benediction, a blessing. It soothed her and encouraged her at the same time, feeding the flames already burning hot, but also arousing her confidence and urging her into unknown territory- seduction.
Emma had never seduced anyone, ever. But tonight she felt like her very life depended on getting Elam into her bed.
Her subconscious noted with some humor that the full moon shone huge and bright over his shoulder as they faced off, teasing her with the irony of every werewolf story she'd ever read. She took stock of every heightened sense she had in the heartbeat before she made her move.
It was the scent of him, stirred up and driven into her nostrils by the wind that sealed her fate.
He smelled like heaven. Peace, eternity, passion, need, forever, those were the words her brain used to try to categorize the various conflicting but complementary scents. But also twisted and tangled in his scent was coffee. Soothing coffee, dark chocolate, and weirdly- freshly cut summer grass. And under that, suppressed but growing was something darker.
Cinnamon, like he said he scented on her- but also musk and some scent her brain could only classify as sex. She'd never smelled sex, but somehow, maybe because he'd already named it, that was the word that jumped into her brain.
Sex.
Her brain focused on the word. It expanded in her conscience, flashing other words at her in quick succession- heat, need, now, mine. It started repeating on a desperate, escalating loop- mine, Mine, Mine, MINE!
His face looked almost pained as she focused on it. His breathing shallow, as if he was fighting the instinct to inhale her deeply. She felt a pang of insecurity, her human doubt coming to the surface. But then her eyes dropped, taking in the large, almost throbbing, very erect cock that was pointing straight at her. He definitely wanted her. But then he'd made that obvious since she'd come here, in word and in deed.
"There's no going back, Em. Be sure. Be very, very sure. If you come any closer, if you make the slightest move in my direction, there will be no going back."
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His pained words brought her eyes up, from his twitching cock to his heated gaze.
She wanted very much to be a part of what she saw in those depths. Pain, pack division, soul changes be damned, she knew somehow that her life was entwined with his already. And she wanted her body to be entwined with his, as well.
She took the last step toward him, her naked body grazing and then pressing firmly against his as he stood guard over her on her porch, and she stated her choice.
"Kiss me, Elam. Make love to me, with me. Take me. Fuck me. Claim me. I am yours already, and I always will be. Claim me and mark me as such forever, and you will be mine as well."
"I have been yours since the very moment I saw you, Emma. I've only been waiting for you to take me as well."
His words were almost grunted, the last grip of his meager control released as he uttered them before sliding his hands into her hair and cupping her face. He aimed her lips to his, his slow, exploring kiss changing and growing into something wild and needy.
Her mouth opened under his, his tongue sliding against hers as he deepened the kiss and slid