Seduced by the Wolf

“Shit,” he murmured. “That never happened before.”

“I wouldn’t let it. Because we never got to that point before, Jarrett. And that day in your bed, I felt it happen, felt myself becoming aroused to that point…” Ariel gulped down a breath. “That’s why I left you and never looked back. It was too dangerous.”

Claws poked through his fingertips, then slowly receded. Jarrett wrestled the beast back into its cage.

“This is why I can’t mate with you, Jarrett.” Her throat closed tight. Too many memories and regrets. “I am a Lupine Fae and it’s safest to have sex with another of my kind. None of your people have ever seen this. Experienced it. And if the males do…”

“They’ll be unable to stop themselves from coming after you.”

Ariel nodded, shielding her breasts with her hands, feeling her nakedness. “It’s in your blood, the pheromones my body emits are irresistible to male werewolves. It will drive them mad with lust, and they’ll come after me. You won’t let that happen.…”

“And I’ll be forced to take them down. Fight my own damn pack. To the death.”

Chapter Four

Jarrett’s jaw clenched. The need for Ariel was burning, his body tight, his cock painfully thick and hard. Never before had he craved release so badly. Having Chloe as a mate, oh, he’d loved her. Protected her, kept her safe. Theirs had been a relationship filled with pleasantries.

Not like this, the crazed, mindless frenzy to mate driving him blind with lust. He could barely think.

Inside, the wolf howled for release. Passion drove it to the surface. Jarrett grimly forced down the beast, his human half struggling for control.

He rubbed the nape of his neck. “We’ll work around it.”

Ariel shrank against the wall of the shower as he reached past her to turn off the water. He hated the flash of fear in her eyes.

“I won’t hurt you,” he promised. Damnit, he would claw himself apart before allowing that.

Had to get out, get away from her delicious scent shooting through his body and firing his blood. Jarrett stepped out of the shower. He stripped off the boxers, wincing as the silk scraped against his erection. He reached for a towel, glanced at Ariel, and tossed it to her.

Wrapping the towel around herself, she left the shower. He hated the misery on her face, her own sexual need reflecting in those deep blue eyes. A white glow tinged her pale flesh. She smelled sweet as chocolate and sinfully dark. His hands reached out for her. Jarrett forced them to drop.

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