Chapter 267

Chapter 267:

Not now, Ace. Get a grip. But the temptation was like a wildfire, hot and relentless.

I wanted to claim her all over again. I wanted to bend her over, strip those clothes off her, and grab her ass with both hands—make her gasp, moan, and scream my name as I buried myself deep inside her. I wanted her to remember exactly who she belonged to, that no one else could ever touch her, love her, or fuck her the way I could.

But instead, I focused on the now. I pushed open the door to our room with my foot, slipping in like the predator I was. The scent of her lavender shampoo mingled with the air, and it was almost impossible to keep my thoughts clean.

Almost.

I lowered her onto the bed, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. She murmured something—his name? Mine? I didn’t catch it, and maybe that was for the best. My jaw clenched, my fingers itching with the urge to grip her tighter, to mark her in ways that would obliterate any memory of him.

I stripped off her shoes, my fingers lingering at her ankles, trailing up to her calves. Her skin was so damn soft, like velvet beneath my touch. Yeah, I was a bastard, but she was mine. That much hadn’t changed. And it never would.

I pulled the blankets up to her chin. She sighed softly, and Ace practically purred. My wolf was ready to mark her all over again, to remind her that Jason was gone and Ryder was here—the only man she’d ever need.

But I tamped down that urge because, apparently, I still had a shred of decency left. Even if every muscle in my body was on fire with the need to grab her hips, press her face down into the mattress, and sink my cock into her until she screamed. I wanted to feel her tighten around me, her walls fluttering as she came, sobbing out my name, knowing there was no escape from me.

My gaze dropped to her mouth, those plump lips slightly parted in sleep. My mind went dark and dirty, imagining them wrapped around my length, her eyes wide, cheeks flushed as she sucked me deep. Fuck. My control was slipping. I was walking a razor-thin line between sanity and raw desire. The way her body shifted, her thighs parting slightly beneath the blanket, was driving me insane. Her ass, perfect and round, called to me, begged to be claimed. I wanted to bend her over and thrust until she forgot every damn name but mine.

The Moon Goddess knows how badly I want her, how I want to bury myself six inches deep inside her and fuck her until she’s a trembling mess, her voice hoarse from screaming. I wanted her to beg me, plead for more, until she couldn’t take it any longer and still demand that I don’t stop.

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But staring at her innocent face again, I knew she needed rest. She needed time to heal. And if I stayed one second longer, I’d ruin that. Fuck this. I needed to leave, before I did something insane. She needed sleep, not me losing control.

I turned to leave, muscles coiled tight, every step a battle against my instincts. But just as I reached the door, a sharp voice cut through my mind.

“Alpha, you need to get to the office. Now p>

Kade. Of course. His tone was tight, urgent. And I knew something was up. It’s one thing for Kade to call me out of the blue; it’s entirely another for him to use that tone.

What now?

I sighed, raking a hand through my hair. “I’m on my way,” I mindlinked back, not bothering to hide my irritation.

I threw one last glance at Jasmine. Her breathing was steady now, her face relaxed. Whatever Kade wanted had better be good, because the only thing I wanted was right here, wrapped up in those damn blankets, her scent driving me wild.

She was my safe haven, my everything. The thought of anything happening to her was enough to send a cold bolt of fear through my chest.