Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Noah’s eyes flash gold again. “Then I’m glad I kept it from him.” In a sudden motion, he rolls our bodies to flip me on my back, pinning me beneath him. “You will never be bound to that wolf.”
Noah
I’ve wanted to end the Adalwulf reign for all my life, but it was from a place of cold, calculated revenge. Now, I want to tear Aiden Adalwulf apart with my claws. I want to rip his head from his shoulders and smash it—
I force the rage back down into the tight box in my chest and put a lock and chain on it. I scared Aster earlier by showing my wolf’s possessiveness over her.
I stare down at my luminescent mate, my swollen cock pressing against the zipper of my jeans in the notch between her parted legs.
The need to claim her is excruciating.
But we haven’t even talked about a future. I don’t know if she’ll accept my claim on her. She wants to keep her virginity to maintain her power.
That may kill my wolf, but if that’s her decision, I’d accept it. But that doesn’t mean I will ever let another male near her.
Fuck, I don’t know what it would mean. I can’t imagine ever letting her go.
No.
Hell no.
I won’t let her go.
It’s impossible.
If she won’t let me claim her, I will still dedicate my life–however short that may prove to be before moon madness overtakes me–to protecting my beautiful mate.
She will never be locked in another tower.
She will never be starved again.
Never fall to the floor blinded by her visions without my arms around her.
She’s mine, whether she wants me or not.
“You’re mine, starshine,” I tell her. “If you want to keep your powers, I will respect that, but no other male will ever touch you.” I know my wolf shows in my eyes, but Aster doesn’t seem afraid. She reaches for my face and pulls my mouth down to hers, kissing me boldly.
My cock surges painfully against my zipper. Her sweet tongue tentatively tastes my lips then parts them. I let her lead for a moment, but my wolf can’t take it. Can’t wait any longer to taste her.
I kiss her hard, devouring her mouth, scraping teeth across her lips. I pull back to see her eyes. “I love you.”
Her long lashes fly wide, then her eyes fill with tears. “What?”
“You heard me.” I want her naked so badly, it hurts. “You’re my mate. You are all that is precious to me. I would walk away from this revenge plan right now if it meant you came with me,” I tell her, realizing it’s true.
Her eyes glitter with unshed tears.
“My beautiful starshine. Come with me.” I cup her face. “We’ll get Liora and Oriana out and run away.”
Now I suddenly understand how my mom could give up her own freedom to ensure mine. She felt this kind of love.
Aster doesn’t answer, though. A tear escapes one of her eyes, running down toward her ear.
Fuck.
I asked too soon. She’s not ready to leave her pack, her life, her elevated role with the evil pack that’s all she’s ever known. And she just took the time to explain to me what she loves about it. I can’t ask her to give up her magic. Who she is. Everything she’s known.
“Nevermind,” I tell her. “Don’t answer. It’s too soon. I’m sorry.”
To distract her, to soothe her, or maybe just to appease my wolf, I apply my mouth to her neck, kissing and sucking as I slide a hand up her sweatshirt to cup her supple breast. I push the shirt up to her armpits and apply my tongue to one nipple, tracing a spiral around her areola, starting on the outside and working my way in toward the beaded peak. I flick her stiffened nipple with my tongue.
A full-body shiver runs through her body, and my wolf gets smug.
Aster yanks her shirt off over her head and works on unbuttoning my flannel as I apply my tongue to her other breast. Her hips roll beneath mine, rubbing over my hardened dick, making me pant like I’m running a race–and wolves rarely get out of breath.
She tugs at my shirt, yanking it off my arms before I kiss my way down the soft plane of her belly, then swirl the tip of my tongue in her belly button while my hand strokes down her hip to squeeze her ass.
I want to claim her. My canines have lengthened. My dick throbs. What if I could mark her without taking her virginity? Maybe that would stave off moon madness. My wolf would know she was mine, but she would get to keep her powers.
Fuck.
I should have paid more attention to the birds and bees talks our alpha subjected us to in high school.
Must. Taste. My wolf is growing frantic from the scent of her arousal leaking between her legs.