Taming his Mate (Black Hills Wolves, #8)

Holy fucking shit, she was a living flame in his arms.

Stephen’s hands went to the waist of her jeans and popped the metal tab free. He slid his hand beneath the lacey band of her panties, and nearly came in his pants when he brushed over the smooth, heated skin of her sex. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to taste that silken flesh.

When he ran his fingers along the seam of her damp * and pressed his palm against her clit, she tore her mouth free from his.

“We have to stop.” Kate balled the hem of his shirt in her clenched hands.

Yeah, they needed to stop, but for an entirely different reason than she imagined.

Not above using devious means to get what he wanted, he’d made it his business to know about the men she’d casually dated when she was younger. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind his little mate was still a virgin. With that in mind, he wanted their first time to be memorable. For her to know she’d only ever receive pleasure in his arms. Even though his dick was ready to burst, she deserved more than a quick fuck in a public restroom.

Stephen pulled back and huffed out a shaky breath, stirring the hairs at the top of her head. He leaned his forehead against hers.

“I want to make love to you, Kate.” Unable to resist, he continued to caress her clit with light strokes.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the mirror behind her. “We can’t.”

Lowering his head, he nuzzled the side of her neck and kissed his way up to her mouth. “Why not, Sunshine? Let me love you.”

Kate moved her hips against him and pulled his face to hers. He obliged, seizing her lips with a carnal kiss. Her passionate response addled his self-control.

Christ, he wanted to feel her touch.

Stephen eased his fingers from her damp heat and worked the button and zipper of his jeans open. When his cock sprang free of its restraint, he released her mouth with one last nip. His hands settled over hers on his chest, and he guided one down to his hardened length. Her fingertips tentatively brushed the swollen head, and he groaned and tugged her against his body.

Then she squirmed from in between him and the counter, moving toward the door. Terrified he’d harmed her in some way, he turned to face her with his arms lifted in the air. Tears gathered in her hazel eyes as she fumbled with the button on her jeans. He took a step toward her to right whatever wrong he’d done.

“No!” She threw out a shaky hand to ward him off. “I’m sorry, but this was a mistake.”

He could only gape as she backed toward the door, threw the lock, and bolted from the women’s restroom. When he snapped out of his stupor, he wondered if he’d grown a second head and glanced down at his straining erection.

What the fuck just happened?

Then it hit him. She was running away from him, again. Damn it, she wasn’t getting away from him tonight if his aching balls were any testament.

With no small amount of discomfort, he shoved his dick back into his pants and zipped up then went in pursuit of his runaway mate for the last fucking time.





Chapter Four





Kate’s cheeks burned as she pushed through her grinning packmates to the safety of the front door. Of course, the entire bar had witnessed Stephen haul her into the bathroom.

She escaped to the cool night air outside. Sucking in several steadying breaths, she chastised herself for her lack of control. What the hell had she been thinking?

One look, one damn touch, and she was ready to toss all her inhibitions out of the window and surrender to Stephen. To give in to something that could never last between them. Crap, she had to get out of here before she did something foolish like run straight back into his arms.

Kate rushed across the street to her car parked two blocks away. She lowered her head as she walked, digging in her pants pocket for her keys. Preoccupied, she slammed into a solid chest. With an apology on her lips, she glanced up into a face she’d never laid eyes on. A face she recognized as human. One that didn’t belong in the small, protected shifter town of Los Lobos. Every alarm in her body blared a warning.

Whether she could shift or not, she still had an obligation to protect the pack’s secrecy at all costs. She spun to head back to the bar, but another two equally large human males stood behind her. She darted her gaze around, but the three strangers moved in closer, effectively blocking her escape.

“Where you going, sweetheart?” The human in front of her laughed and tugged a lock of her hair. “We just wanted to ask you a few questions, that’s all.”

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