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human form to bind us.
    Blood. He would bite me, while we— oh wow .
    “I will take you. And you will let me, because you want me to. I will make your body sing with pleasure and fill you with my cock. I will bite you. I will claim you.” He shrugged, like we were talking about what was on the menu. He licked his lips. Guess I was on the menu. “It’s happening, but I figured you could make that choice first if it makes you feel any better.”
    Alpha. The word danced across my brain, and even though I was not the type to roll over belly-up to any man, I felt his pull. This mating thing sucked.
    “This is not exactly the smartest thing to do. For either of us. I still have no idea what a Protector is, but I bet your Family won’t be pleased with you bringing home a member of the local Pack any more than my father will be pleased with me starting some sort of inter-species war.”
    He moved closer. His cock strained against his boxers, and I caught a hint of skin and hair where the fabric stretched at the button closure. I was drunk on his scent, but I wasn’t going to roll over and beg. Well, not yet anyway.
    “You locked yourself in here with me. You either plan to kill me or surrender to this connection between us. Do you think you can take me down? Or do you want me to take you?” He hooked his thumbs in his boxers and the faint noise of them falling to the floor sang like a choir of angels to my libido.
    He was gorgeous. His cock was throbbing and slapped his stomach. Blood thickened his cock further as I watched. I could smell him. The scent hit me with each step he took. Every movement stirred the air, sending waves of pheromones washing over me. My own lust bloomed in my lower belly. I couldn’t drag my eyes from that veined monster.
    A drop of precome leaked from the tip. The dew was my undoing. A hungry mewl escaped my throat as my knees hit the floor. This was the first time I could remember kneeling before a man and wanting it more than I wanted anything else. It wasn’t just pleasure I sought. I wasn’t just getting him ready to please me. I wanted to please him, too.
    Our bodies were both so tight with the tension we had been fighting. We needed this release, but it wasn’t the end result that was on my mind as I gripped his cock with my hand. The heat flowed between us, and when my eyes hit his, the impact had us both trembling. I swallowed him.
    He was mine. His cock was mine, and that precome was a tasty treat just for me. The salty tang washed over my mouth, and I was salivating for more. He was heavy against my tongue. I hollowed my cheeks and pulled back just enough to make eye contact again. The stoic man that had watched me from across the road was gone. The man who told me to “turn it off” had vanished.
    This man watched me, and I felt the pulse of him against my cheeks. He struggled to maintain control of his hands. His right balled into a fist that opened and closed with each stroke I gave. The veins on his forearm popped in tension. The left hand began to pet me, and fingers ran through my hair. My tongue flicked the head, and both of his hands fisted against my scalp. He pulled tight. The tingle of pain shot to my pussy, and I felt the desire engulf my soul.
    “If you are going to kill me, this is the way I want to die.” Jake’s legs adjusted into a wider stance. I gripped his legs, and his hands in my hair steadied me. The ridge of his cockhead was candy-sweet in my mouth. I licked under and around it. He hardened further. The only reason I backed off a bit was to take a breath. For a moment I wished I had his lungs and didn’t have to breathe.
    He grabbed my head and pushed me back on him. “More. Suck me. Swallow me.”
    My mouth ticked up at the sides. My mate liked his cock sucked. He wanted me to swallow, huh? His voice went from gravel to groan as I dug my nails into his thighs and pulled him to the back of my throat. I let my throat relax and swallowed around him.
    His