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  • Writer's pictureMcKayla Schutt

Begging? Dogs begged. Men who couldn’t get laid begged. Lathan Black didn’t beg.

Today we have a snippet from J. E. Martin from Black Wolf (Black Wolf Series Book 1) and it's not for the faint of heart! ;) Also there's a question for you at the bottom too.


Arousal.

It woke Lathan with a jolt.

He blinked against the sun that was pouring through the bay window and almost jumped out of the bed. Bay window? This wasn’t his room—judging from that bay window, he was in the guest room they’d given Grace.

There was only one thing that kept him where he—the realization that he wasn’t alone. The bed was warm, and there was weight behind him, which meant there was still someone under the sheets with him. Fate, he hoped it was Grace and not one of his brothers pranking him.

He remained motionless as he assessed his surroundings and pieced together how he’d ended up in Grace’s bed. He must have been more wiped out by using up that alpha energy than he’d realized.

Arousal.

Another wave of that lush scent rolled over him, threatening to make him groan. His cock was hard. Hard and heavy and jutting out from his hips towards the wall like it was trying to point out something very important about the paint color.

What exactly was going on behind him? He calmed down enough to give a subtle, inaudible sniff.

Arousal.

Well, what do you know? He was turning his mate on. He heard her swallow hard and caught the ever-so-slight hitch in her breathing. Then he felt a tentative tug at the bedsheets.

He caught his laugh before it gave him away. Was Grace covering him up, or sneaking a peek?

That was when he made his move.

He rolled over and gathered her against him. The skin-to-skin contact sent tiny flares of pain shooting through his body, but he ignored the hell out of them. Any amount of pain was worth being able to hold her.

She squeaked and froze in his arms—but she didn’t try to pull away. Fate knew, if Grace made any move in the opposite direction, he’d loosen the embrace and let her fly free.

After a moment, though, she relaxed. Her breath evened out, and she tucked her head under his chin. He probably got a little Fate-zap there, too, but it didn’t register.

“Good morning,” she mumbled into his chest.

“Hi,” he said, pulling back to look down at her.

Lathan would never be the same. He had already been convinced that he wanted her, but this sealed the deal. He yearned to hold her like this and know he was the only person who got that opportunity. Yep. His heart was all hers.

She was amazing. She’d fallen in so easily with his brothers, and they already respected the hell out of her. It wasn’t for his benefit, though, which made him so proud he could have popped the buttons off his nonexistent shirt. She had won them over on her own, with her ease and inner strength and charm. She looked so docile and diminutive at first glance, but she was smart and fierce as hell. If her wolf was the same way, she’d have a massive advantage over other shifters. His wolf whimpered in his brain at that happy thought.

Grace sighed and curled closer in. She was getting dangerously close to brushing against his—

Fuuuuuuck.” He hissed before he could stop himself. In her movements, her belly had brushed against his aching renegade of a dick. His whole body went rigid as his skin caught fire.

Grace sucked in a breath and made to move back.

“No, please—” he groaned, landing a hand on her hip both to keep her close and steady himself while he gathered his wits. “It feels so good to hold you. Please, please don’t pull away.”

Begging? Dogs begged. Men who couldn’t get laid begged. Lathan Black didn’t beg.

Except maybe he was begging. If she left his side right now, his world would crumble.

“This is awkward,” she said, eyes closed.

Lathan chuckled but choked down on it when Grace flipped her blue-green eyes back up at him.

“I’m not laughing at you,” he assured her. “You’re right. There’s no other way to describe this, but I don’t want to run from it.”

Grace searched his gaze, then scrunched her face and covered it with her hands.

Damn, here came the letdown.

“You’re really sexy,” she groaned.

A new scent tickled his nostrils. Desire.

Full-force, straight-up, glorious, these panties have gotta go desire.

Well, damn.

He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t think. He let his true alpha nature do what it was meant to do: take charge.

His hands tangled in her hair as he dragged her back against him.

If the kisses they’d already shared had been tiptoes into a wading pool, this was a cannonball from the top of a waterfall. Lathan went all in, forgetting everything as she molded herself against him and matched him move for move. Every inch of his skin was still blazing from that first accidental intimate contact, but this was a whole new level. Any place she touched—even through his boxers—his flesh exploded. Her hands were all over his hair, his face, his arms, and chest. He was convinced the two of them were on fire, melting into bright, molten pools on the bed.

“Lathan,” she whispered against his neck.

His wolf howled, cheering him on, and encouraging him to claim her right then and there.

He slipped his hand under her shirt and found the warm, soft skin at the small of her back. He was rewarded with the way she arched against him.

In an instant, it all went to hell.




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