Taming the Wolf (5 page)

“Mine. You’re mine,” he grunts, thrusting erratically, and coming inside of me.

Jared sweetly kisses my back three times. As he comes out, he drops back onto the couch, taking me down with him. He holds me tight in his arms, cradling my face on his chest and kissing my forehead.

“I swear, Paige,” he says, his fingers going through my hair in a relaxing way. “I swear none of that supernatural stuff is going to get to you. I’ll do everything to keep that away from you.”

I disentangle myself for a second to look him in the eye. “What?”

Jared’s eyes lock on my mouth and he reaches to kiss my lips. I put one hand on his chest to stop him.

“What do you mean?” I ask again.

“Just what I said. I’m going to protect you from all that. I swear you’ll be able to live a normal life, and will never again be exposed to anything out of the ordinary.”

I sit up, straightening myself. Jared follows my movement, startled by my reaction.

“No, you’re not.”

Jared’s manly, sturdy face gets darker as he frowns. “I don’t understand—“

“You’re not going to let me out of this part of your life. That’s not who we’re going to be,” I say, determined. “This thing we have? I’m all in. I’ll be your babe, your soul mate, your confidante, whatever you need me to be. But I will not be left out because you think I can’t handle it. That’s not how it works.”

“I’m not doing this because I don’t think you can handle it,” he says. “I know you can. I’ve
seen
you can.”

“Well, then I will.”

“I can’t have
you
in my supernatural world. I need to protect you.”

“And protect me you can, I’m not saying that I am indestructible. I’m just saying that you can have me all the way or not at all.”

Anger flashes across Jared’s face. “When I think about the risks, I—”

“Listen, I’m not saying I’ll be smack dab in the middle of danger. But I want you to include me in your life, and I want to be in the know.”

Jared’s eyes dart from my face to my bosom, then go down, traveling on the hills and valleys of my body. His hand reaches to grab me by the side, his thumb brushing the bottom part of my breast.

“You drive a hard bargain,” he growls, low, tense. His breath is deep, and his eyes passionate.

I look at him straight, devious. “You have no idea,” I say, before he rolls over on top of me again.

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