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  “Do you have to keep reading my mind?” She glared at him, irritated. She didn’t want to think about that.

  “Sorry. I want you too.” He adjusted her in his arms, pinning her tightly to the wall again. “I’ve wanted you since we met, and I really need you to agree to spend your life with me.” A smile tugged at his lips. “Yes. You’ll live a lot longer. We could have hundreds, if not thousands of years together. No, we won’t grow bored of each other. The bond won’t allow it. The sex will be incredible, and we’ll be emotionally intertwined. Two becoming one, is how it’s been explained to me. We’ll have our own identities but we will complement each other.”

  “I’m a little afraid,” she admitted. “This is going way too fast.”

  “I know, but I can’t give you the time you want. There’s no way you’re leaving here without becoming my mate. I almost lost you once—I won’t risk it again. You’re too vulnerable as a human to return to the outside world. There won’t be dinner dates and courtship first to assure you I’m the right choice.”

  “What if I regret it after it’s done? We don’t know each other that well. Can’t you give me a few days? I haven’t seen you in almost a year and there was a lot you wouldn’t tell me.”

  A pained expression crossed his handsome features. “You can’t leave here, but I understand your need for time to make the decision with confidence.”

  “What do you mean I can’t leave?” That alarmed her. Was she a prisoner?

  “No, you’re not a prisoner,” he answered, still seemingly aware of what she was thinking. “It’s not safe for you to be anywhere else.”

  “I have a life, a house I’m paying off, and a job.” A dozen other objections filled her head. “You can’t expect me to give up my entire world to live in yours.” It was too much for any sane person to ask of another. “We need to discuss this.”

  He glanced down between their bodies and growled. “There is plenty of time for that later. Do I have to keep my hands off you?” He looked up, reading her again. “We make love while sharing blood to mate. I’ll bite you to take yours while you drink mine to seal the mating bond.”

  “You already gave me your blood.”

  “To heal you. We have to exchange blood and sex at the same time to lock the mate bond.” He ground his hips against her again, this time nothing separating them. “I can’t get you pregnant. We’d have to be mates already for it to take. I don’t need a condom. I don’t have any diseases.”

  All her questions and insecurities fled at the feel of Chase’s thick cock sliding against her bare clit when his pelvis pressed against her. Pleasure had her shaking in his hold, clutching him frantically just to keep grounded. He rubbed their bodies together in a slow, erotic dance, their hips rocking together.

  She’d worry about the future later. The man she wanted most was making thought impossible as he seduced her. Chase was doing a fantastic job too. Need and desire conquered logic.

  “Say yes.” His husky demand against her ear was too sexy. “Let me in.”

  She couldn’t speak, too overcome with passion, but she managed a sharp nod. She wanted him, and no way would she deny the sexual chemistry and mind-blowing orgasm he silently promised.

  He kept moving, torturing her with each stroke of his rigid flesh sliding against her clit. He felt big, extremely hard, and knew how to take a woman to the edge of losing her mind enough to beg. It was on the tip of her tongue to do just that when he shifted her a little higher.

  “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

  She adjusted her thighs higher, wishing to feel skin instead of his shirt. Part of her regretted they weren’t naked. It would mean halting what he was doing though, separating to strip, and she was too close to coming to do that. She ached from need and wasn’t strong-willed enough to find patience. She had none when it came to Chase Woods.

  He growled low, an animalistic sound that just turned her on more. It reminded her that he wasn’t all human. It wasn’t a deterrent. Instead it just heightened the desire for him to take her. His pelvis shifted away but then he was back. The broad crown of his cock nudged against her wet vaginal opening and paused.

  She wiggled, rolling her hips with him poised there, wanting him. “Chase,” she urged. “Please?”

  “There’s no going back,” he swore in that same rough tone. “You’re mine.”

  Then he shifted and grabbed her ass with his big hands while his hips slowly thrust upward.

  Jasmine moaned at the feel of him entering her. He was as wide as she’d estimated and the feel of being stretched and taken was all-consuming. She was wet, ready, and the nerve endings inside her pussy sent ecstasy straight to her brain as his cock completely filled her. It barely registered that she cried out his name.

  “Fuck,” he snarled. “I knew it.”

  She wondered what that meant somewhere in the back of her mind, but then he was moving inside her, withdrawing, slamming home deep, over and over. There was nothing but their heavy breathing, sounds of their bodies slapping together, and the eager need to reach that wonderful place they both sought.

  It hit Jasmine first, the climax tearing through her with such force, she wondered if she’d survive. Her body trembled and Chase followed when her vaginal muscles clamped around him, fluttering from her release.

  “Son of a bitch,” he panted, his body shaking too.

  She felt him coming. Strong jets of semen filled her. She could feel every blast as he groaned and buried his face against her throat. It just drew out her own climax, and she was sure he felt a little bigger, as if that were possible. His thrusts tightened into sharp jerks.

  Chase barely remained on his feet. It was a miracle his knees hadn’t buckled but he’d been too afraid of Jasmine getting hurt if they crashed to the floor. She was his weakness in every sense, both physically and emotionally, the way he felt with her in his arms.

  He’d known she was special the moment they’d met, and those indications had grown with every minute they’d spent together while searching prospective properties. It had been tough walking away from her when their business concluded, but she’d been too sweet to horrify by introducing her into his world.

  He’d chosen to let her go rather than damage her innocence about all things Other. It would have been impossible to hide his true nature from her if they’d dated. He wouldn’t have been able to keep his hands off her, and she would have noticed when his eyes changed color and his fangs grew during the heat of passion. Making her forget by controlling her mind had been an option, but long-term exposure to memory wipes could damage her sanity.

  The rogue had changed all that. She could have died, and Chase wouldn’t allow it to happen again. Her job put her at risk of meeting unpleasant strangers and giving them opportunity to harm her when they were alone. He should have seen it coming, but he’d been too focused on protecting her from the harsh reality that humans were lower on the food chain than they assumed.

  Any residual doubts of her being his mate were gone. His werewolf traits weren’t usually dominant but they had flared to life with a vengeance. The animal inside him recognized her for who she was—his.

  His dick was aching—swollen still, even after coming so hard—and wouldn’t be leaving Jasmine’s snug pussy anytime soon. I get it, he told that part of himself. She’s mine. I’m paying attention.

  It was tough to turn around and walk to the bed. He really did feel shaky and weak. It was another symptom of her being his mate. Nature’s way of bitch-slapping the toughest of his kind came with physical symptoms to emphasize it, making them realize they weren’t complete without someone to share their lives with.

  He stretched out on the mattress with Jasmine on top of him. She didn’t protest, just shifted her legs to straddle his. Her rapid breathing slowed as she recovered, and he yanked up the nightshirt to stroke his fingers down her back and ass. She had a nice one, and he’d marked it up a little when he’d gripped her too firmly. His blood inside her wo