You Wouldn't Dare (Khaos Trilogy Book 1), стр. 7
My wolf growled out her warning, but I shushed her. We couldn’t miss what we never had, and it was better to let him go now.
Before we had the chance to develop feelings.
Before we had the chance to fall in love.
This wasn’t a choice. I had to do this.
I had come to terms with never finding my fated mate. I knew deep down that my mother would inevitably choose the family that she thought would raise her social standing the most, and so it should be easy to let him go. I had accepted my fate long before this moment.
So then why did I suddenly feel as though my very soul was being ripped out of me at the thought of being apart from this wolf a moment longer than necessary?
I jumped as I heard the twigs snap under his feet as he approached me slowly, cautiously.
“I never expected to have such a shy mate. Let me see you, or do you want me to come and find you?” his voice was mesmerising. Deep and hypnotic. Oh, Goddess, I was in real trouble.
“Go get him! Mate! Pups! Go!” my wolf purred.
“Three seconds, little one, and I assure you, you do not want me to come and get you.” From the corner of my eye, I saw him as he raised his arm, three fingers extended.
“Three.... Two...” shit.
Double shit.
I jumped out of my hiding spot and instantly he had me slammed against a tree; his naked body pressed against mine. His arms were at either side of my head and his nose pressed into my neck. He pulled back and looked at my face, his eyes scanning every detail. I noticed the way his gaze lingered on my lips and my stomach was filled with butterflies at the lust that flared up behind his eyes. I couldn’t help but respond to him, running my tongue along my lips in an effort to please him.
He grinned at me, following my every movement with his amazing, dark eyes, “and she’s a beautiful little mate as well. I must have done something to please the Moon Goddess...”
I stood completely still, caught under the spell he was casting with his words, and the hungry way he looked at me. I reached my arms up to curl them around his neck, pressing my body further against his, completely forgetting my earlier promise to myself that I would let him go. My skin was on fire, every inch that was in contact with his feeling as though it was burning up.
He took a deep breath, seeming to pause for a second before he grabbed my fingers and brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply. His eyes sparkled with interest, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Been busy, little one?”
“Maybe,” I shot back coyly, my breath catching in my throat at the alarming way his eyes glinted.
“Need a hand?” His cock grew hard against my stomach a moment before he dropped to his knees in front of me, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder. He ran his nose up my thigh, groaning when he reached my core.
“Mine,” he snarled.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, steady on Casanova.” I desperately tried to keep my legs shut, pushing at his shoulders to move him. He looked puzzled, but allowed me to sit down before him.
He raised his eyebrows at me, waiting for an explanation. I knew he expected me to mate with him here and now, it was pretty much a sealed deal in our world - we would have no-one else but each other from this moment on, so why not get it over with?
Yet something held me back, something more than my mother’s disappointment in me. It was almost as if some gut instinct were warning me that this was too soon, that mating with this wolf would be walking the line between Heaven and Hell.
I could say no.
I could choose a mate.
I didn’t have to accept him.
But, I would become like my mother, a shell of a woman, both of us broken in our own way.
She was broken with the inevitability of age; I would be broken through the loss of a love that could never be replicated.
“Can I at least know your name?” I asked with a laugh as I scanned his face, memorising every perfect detail.
“Khaos,” he replied in that deep, sexy rumble and my heart stopped. I struggled to breathe as I spat out; “Khaos? Of the Dragonheart Pack? That Khaos?”
He grinned at me and grabbed hold of my waist to hoist me up against him, “I’m flattered, little one. You’ve heard of me?”
“Heard of you?” I responded in a faint whisper. Of course I had fucking heard of him! He was half-mad! He had killed his father in cold blood with a surprise attack in the middle of the night and here I was, naked in front of him, my chest pressed against his!
My mind was racing and slowly I realised just how big of a mistake I had made.
No matter what I did, his scent would stay on me. He was a part of me as much as I was a part of him. Any other potential mate mother had in mind would be able to tell I had met my true mate, my fated other half. Mother will die when she hears