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Riley was determined to have my attention. His fingers grasped my chin to turn my head toward

him.

"That's probably the only law I
haven't
broken."

Our gazes locked and he almost stole my breath again. "Why? I know abstinence can't be

easy for you."

His voice dropped above a whisper. "Not anymore."

I noticed his green irises had flecks of amber in them, the same color as his wolf eyes.

That's when I realized our heads had moved closer.

Riley's warm breath caressed my face, and smelled of hickory and clove. "I'm not

interested in any she-wolves in the pack."

His hand crept up my back and under my hair until it reached the nape of my neck. A

chill of pleasure ran through me and I exhaled softly. My knees relaxed and my legs extended in

front of me. Riley lifted his feet out of the water as he turned his body toward me. His wet feet

entangled with mine and I draped one of my legs over his. Our bodies magnetized, they had to

feel one another. He leaned even closer; his earthy scent invaded my nostrils and engulfed my

senses.

Riley’s words were as soft and light as a feather. "Since I was a pup, I wanted
you
as my mate, Paige Donovan."

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His hand massaged the back of my head, my long dark hair spilling through his fingers as

he combed through it. When he touched his lips to mine, I closed my eyes and leaned into him to

add pressure. A quiet moan escaped my throat as I relished the feeling of his soft lips.

In the next second, he unsealed our lips and whispered against my mouth, "I love you."

I gasped with my eyes wide. Riley's confession was too powerful. I tried to pull away, but

he wouldn't let me retreat. He gathered me in his strong arms and pressed me against his chest.

He showed me his feelings were sincere by capturing my mouth in a heated kiss. His seductive

spell ensnared me and my arms wrapped around his torso. We unleashed a passionate fervor as

our lips slanted over each other repeatedly. Our mouths mutually opened and his tongue darted

out first to taste me. I touched his with mine until they began a slow twirling dance around one

another.

I took the opportunity to thread my fingers through his hair and tangle the golden strands

in my fists. The texture was thick and soft, just as I imagined. He moaned into my mouth and we

ended the kiss to come up for air. The last rays of the sun allowed me to see his amber irises.

"Your eyes," I said breathlessly.

"Yes," his lips found mine again. "You're doing this to me. You make me want to shift

into a wolf."

Our kiss intensified and I gave as much as I received. Lust had taken over and neither of

us wanted to stop.

"I want to lick you..." Riley consumed me and I was lost in his kiss. His large hands

rubbed my back while he held me in a close embrace. "And rub myself all over you until you're

covered in my scent."

I submitted to him when he laid me on the rocks, his hand cradling the back of my head.

His tongue delved deeper inside my mouth and I moaned in pleasure. My hands caressed his

back and over his broad shoulders, down to his muscular arms. His skin felt wonderful and I

wished I could feel it pressed against my naked flesh.

A low growl rumbled in his throat as he deepened the kiss. I savored the flavor of his

mouth and held his tongue prisoner between my lips. I sucked on it and grabbed his hair, pushing

it away from his face and brow. I broke the kiss once more to look at him, and noticed his ears

were perfect for latching onto. I smiled and rubbed the rims playfully with my fingers. He

chuckled before he swooped down to feast on my mouth.

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His lips traveled south and he nibbled across my jaw line. I felt his sharp canines gently

graze my skin. I wanted to play with him too, and his ears were my object of choice. With the

sensitive skin between my teeth, I nibbled and licked the shell of his ear.

Riley moaned loudly in pleasure, his masculine body moving quickly on top of me. His

weight pressed me against the rocks, but they weren't the only hard thing I felt. He ground his

hips into me, moaning again, and I felt his stiff cock rub against my belly. I opened my legs and

he nestled between them perfectly. I bucked against him and cried out, my eyes looking up at the

treetops and darkening sky.

He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and bit down, but not hard enough to draw blood.

Another growl followed and I moaned in unison. His hips undulated against me and my body

answered until we were dry humping, our centers writhing and grinding intimately. His cock was

so hard and his rhythm so forceful, I knew it wouldn't be long before something climactic and

messy happened.

I pulled away again, my hands pressed against his chest. I knew we had to go back to the

trailer. More importantly, I needed to cool things down before we went too far. A golden fire

blazed behind Riley’s eyes. We looked at each other, both aroused and breathing fast.

"We should stop. It's getting dark and I think we should go back to your house."

His glowing eyes mesmerized me. They looked so alien on his human face, yet so

beautiful. He bent down to lick my lips, slowly and leisurely, akin to a wolf.

I giggled, and darted my tongue out to meet his. "We should really stop."

"I know," he responded huskily. "But this feels so good."

I smiled against his mouth. "Yes, I know, but I'm hungry now."

He growled and nibbled my ear lobe. "Mmmm...me too."

I laughed. "No, I'm serious. You said you'd heat up our dinner, remember?"

He smiled, flashing his wolf teeth. "Yes, I remember." Then he removed himself from on

top of me.

I put my sneakers and socks back on, and we walked off the rocks onto the grass. "I can't

believe it's nearly dark."

"Don't worry, I know the way back. I can see well in the dark." Riley’s eyes no longer

glowed, and I looked into his familiar green orbs.

"Lucky you." I smiled playfully with a hand on my hip.

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All of a sudden, he unsnapped his pants and they fell to the ground. He kicked them away

carelessly. "I'll come back for these later."

A broad grin appeared on his face while he stood in front of me naked.
Did this guy ever

wear underwear
? My gaze settled on his cock for a hot second, now flaccid but still impressive in size. He looked down at himself and then back at me. He licked his lips before they twisted

into a sly smirk.

"Does it make you uncomfortable to see me naked?"

His question caught me off-guard and I had diarrhea of the mouth. "No! I like it!"
Shit
. I looked at the ground and tried to save face. "I mean...no, it doesn't make me uncomfortable. I'm

used to it now." I peeked at him from beneath my lashes, and he was holding in a laugh.
Well,
I'm glad YOU'RE amused
. "Not that I mind, but why'd you take off your clothes?"

"I'll give you a ride back."

I gaped at him because I didn't think he could shock me any further after he stripped

naked in the woods. "A ride?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Do you feel like
walking
all the way back?"

I shrugged. "Not really."

"Good, then I'm going to shift and you can ride on my back."

My eyes went wide with fear and I yelled, "What? I can't! I'm too heavy!"

He shook his head and gave a short laugh. "No you're not. I carried you in my arms,

remember?"

I didn't like this idea one bit. "What if I fall off?"

He stepped closer and flashed a charming smile. "Just grab the fur on my back and hold

on tight, darling."

I looked into his eyes and said quietly, "Riley, I don't want to hurt you."

He cupped my face in his large hands. "You won't hurt me, love," he said tenderly. His

thumbs brushed against my cheeks. I closed my eyes and relished his affection.

A sharp bark interrupted my reverie. I opened my eyes to see he shifted into a wolf. He

turned his body but stood close, and I had to assume he was waiting for me to get on.
Oh God
.

I lifted one leg hesitantly as I attempted to straddle him. It was like trying to ride a pony.

He looked back at me and I could read the message in his eyes: '
Sit down
.' I climbed onto his back and grabbed his fur. I prayed I wasn't hurting him and wouldn't break his spine with my ass.

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He didn't make a sound, but I said, "Now don't run too fast. I don't want to fall---"

I didn't get to finish my sentence, because he took off running. He didn't run as fast as he

did when he carried me, but ran fast enough to make me grip more of his fur and hold on for dear

life. My body bounced so I squeezed my thighs tighter against his body and leaned down until I

was looking over his head.

Riley bounded easily down hills and between closely nestled trees. Wind rushed past my

face and swept my hair, the feeling was exhilarating. I lifted myself up slightly and looked

around. My surroundings went by quickly, and I couldn't deny the thrill of the experience.

Riding in the darkness on a beautiful white wolf, my voice boomed and my laughter

echoed throughout the forest. "WOOHOO!"

We burst from the woods into the grass clearing, and I saw a row of trailers in the

distance. Once we reached the back of his family's trailer, he skirted around it and stopped at the

front door. Adrenaline still flowed through me as I jumped off his back.

He flashed into his human form, his chest heaving as he took deep breaths. A wide smile

appeared on his face, illuminated by the outside light next to the door.

I couldn't contain my excitement or catch my breath. "That...was...awesome!" We shared

a laugh. I looked at him with affection in my gaze. "Thank you, Riley."

He caressed my cheek. "It was my pleasure." Then he turned and opened the front door.

"After you."

I guess they don't lock their doors around here
.

When I walked into the living room, the first thing I noticed was the missing shelf. In its

place was a large cardboard box and I had to assume it contained the contents of the broken shelf.

Riley, on the other hand, noticed his sister sitting on the sofa reading a book. He laughed

lightly. "Were you waiting up for us?"

Her eyes peeked at us over the top of the book before she let it cover her face again.

"No," she replied, her voice muffled.

Riley laughed again, but it wasn't humorous. Then he turned toward his bedroom and

walked away. "Yeah right."

I stood looking at Quinn and she glanced at me from above the book again. She moved it

down so I could see her face, but her expression was unreadable. I wondered if she was upset

with me for some reason. She didn't speak, and she moved the book to cover her face again.

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Riley reappeared in the living room wearing black jeans that looked like he ripped them

off at the knees to make shorts. He was shirtless again and his feet were dirty, but this time I

brought them to his attention.

"You should wash your feet. I'm sure Celia doesn't want you tracking dirt on the carpet."

I heard Quinn scoff from behind her book.

Riley surprised me too when he shrugged. "I don't care." He cocked his head. "Do you

want to eat supper now?"

I smiled and nodded, and then followed him into the kitchen. He opened the stove and

pulled out a casserole dish. I stood next to him while he took the cover off. The aroma of tomato

sauce, garlic and herbs hit my nose along with the steam that wafted from the food.

Riley sniffed. "Mmmm...spaghetti bolognese." He looked over at me with a wide grin.

I leaned over and sniffed it too. "That smells really good."

He nudged me with his elbow and smiled. "Go sit down."

My lips twitched in amusement, but I obeyed his command. He moved to the sink and I

was thankful he washed his hands first. When he went back to the stove, he made two plates and

then walked to the table. He set my plate in front of me with a fork, and took the chair opposite

me.

"Well, tuck in." He twisted a heaping pile of spaghetti on his fork and practically inhaled

it.

Curiosity filled me as I watched this wolf eating spaghetti. "Do you eat raw meat?"

He slurped a few noodles in his mouth and chewed. After he swallowed, he said, "Yes, I

do when I'm in my wolf form."