Brothers - Dexter's Pack - George (Book Five)(27)
“A challenge…” George growled out.
He snagged her wrist once more, kicked out a sweeping foot at her ankles, spun in place and dropped, and brought her crashing down the length of his body, both her arms were splayed out to the sides, snagged, with no real hope of escape…
“I could zap you…” Zana hissed out.
She might have blindsided him, but he’d done it right back to her again, and now she was a lame duck…
“Cheating,” he growled, and moved fast to push her arms up above her head as he spun her onto her back on the floor…
Zana huffed.
“Cheating? Super strength boy?” She tossed back, but all he did was give her the sexiest damn wolfish grin that she had ever encountered in her life before.
She was hooked on him…
“Drop the daggers…” he growled and she took a long moment to consider it.
The blades made a clanging sound as they hit the floorboards.
“I can cheat without using my magic…” she warned, and then wrenched her head forward on her neck and brought her lips against his…
George’s big brain stopped working completely. His little brain was in charge and he liked it.
He liked that she’d kissed him, even if his beast might have been in shock, but then, she was a kickass witch – he should expect that she was going to be more forthright and not a shrinking violet.
He liked that as well.
Mine…
Yes, she is … He growled back at his beast.
Zana had only meant to shock him so that she could throw the man off balance and get out from under him, but the moment that her lips met his – she didn’t give a damn who was on top – she was right where she wanted to be.
George waited for her to pull back – he gave her the opportunity to end her trickery – but, when she carried on kissing him, he deepened the kiss with a hearty, hungry growl that would surely let her know exactly what he was thinking…
Not that it was hard to guess. His cock was pressed against her stomach and hard like steel, and she had to know that every fibre of his being desperately wanted her.
At first, he kissed her like she was made of glass, but that wasn’t enough for either of them. She was giving back as good as she got, and he was more than ready to take things further if she’d let him.
Mine…
He used one large hand to keep her hands against the floorboards for fear that she would blindside him once more, and with the other, he palmed her cheek.
His kisses were hotter than hell, and Zana couldn’t deny that her body was full steam ahead to mate with him…
But bond…?
I have a mate and he has fangs … mating and bonding go hand in hand…
It’s not like I’m squeamish or anything…
It’s not like I haven’t had fangs in me before … but that was different – that was fighting…
But bonding?
For life…
My life – his life – pups … oh, wow … pups…
I wanna touch…
I wanna run my hands down over those hard ridges of his chest and abdomen and lick him like a damn lollipop…
I want to sink my teeth into those corded muscles in his shoulder while he’s buried deep inside of me…
Bite … I want his bite …
I want his mark…
Ah hell … I want him…
She snatched her head back and felt it bounce off the floorboards. The pain was minimal, but the dull thud got his attention, and he growled and scowled down at her…
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
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“Are you trying to damage yourself?” George growled.
“Much like you, I have a thick head…” she grinned. Her tone was full of amusement and mischief and he wasn’t entirely sure what way to take her argument…
“Insulted by my own mate…” he teased, waiting to see her reply.
“Just bond with me and…” She got no further…
There was a growl that roared from within his chest and got lodged within the back of his throat, and George needed no more encouragement from his mate than that.
He released her wrists and used his hands wisely to separate her from her clothing – stripping her naked – as he ran his tongue over her skin to taste every last inch of her … but one place that he was waiting to savour.
“Bed…” he growled out – finally able to make a rational thought enter his mind when his knee thudded against the floor board on his way back up her body…
He couldn’t possibly mate and bond with her on the damn floor…
“Why waste the time? We’ll only end up right back here again…” she said – her eyes flashing with mischief and mayhem … she grew a wicked smile upon her lips.
George’s rock hard cock twitched within his jeans. It had a mind of its own and that mind was set on getting to her.
He practically ripped the fabric in two to get them open – his cock bounded out like it was gasping for air – and he wrenched the material down his thick, muscled thighs as her eyes took him in…
“Holy hellfire, I know I’m going to enjoy this…” she chuckled, as she bit down on her tongue between her teeth and grinned like the Cheshire Cat…