Free Steel: Blue Collar Wolves #3 (Mating Season Collection) by Ronin Winters, Mating Season Collection Page B

turning her head, pressing her mouth against those full lips, feel the dark stubble lining his chin and cheek against her own naked skin.
    Everything in her was responding to him. Those glowing gold eyes were beckoning her to look into them, that dark voice had her biting back the vision of pressing those lips against her and letting the deep rumble seep into her skin.
    Take you away in the night, as you scream…
    This wasn’t her ! None of this was her. She didn’t react this way to anyone, period . The wolf was doing something to her, something that she’d never come across in her dealing with his kind. What the…
    Calm.
    Whatever it was, she’d fight it, she’d end him, and she’d move on to the next werewolf on her list. It’s what she did. This new – trick, whatever – wasn’t going to change that.
    But if that’s how he wanted to play… yeah , that she could do. Turning her head back, her gaze meeting his, their mouths inches away, she said “Why do you need a name, wolf? Want to know who’s going to have you on your knees at the end of it all?”
    A low rumble sounded from his chest, the vibrations producing electric sparks within her. “Oh Red, you would love me on my knees, and I,” and here he tiled his head down, that golden gaze stroking her body like a physical touch, “can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.”
    Resisting the urge to swallow hard, she jutted her chin out. “A wolf on his knees? Aren’t you afraid you’d be thought of as a bitch?”
    If the jab hit him at all, he didn’t show it. His lip curled on one side, the indent producing the shadow of a dimple near his mouth. His voice was a lazy drawl. “More like the envy of any male with a working dick and an appreciation of the female form. Want me to demonstrate, Red? Want me to show how well I can eat you?”
    Like hell he’d see how tempted she was to lay back and let him prove it. “Do you see a basket of goodies? Hate to break it to you, but you don’t do it for me, wolf.”
    With the damn reflexes wolves were known for, he twisted away from her and landed on his feet at the side of the bed, but his eyes remained fixed on her face. “Fight it all you want, Red. But as much as you’d like to deny it, I’m one wolf you don’t mind having around.”

Chapter Three
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    S teel shut the door, leaning against it for a moment before pushing away, getting needed distance before want overrode reason and he made the mistake of going back in there.
    His true mate. His fucking true mate was a hunter. Fuck his life.
    She was… God , she was everything he’d hoped. Gorgeous, yeah, just his type, tall and strong and athletic, lean muscle hugging those sumptuous legs that would wrap around his waist and demand he wear her out.
    His traitorous dick gave a jump with the thought of those legs, that strength, forcing him to work to keep her under him, waiting for the right moment to toss him on his back and hold him down, taking her time using him out and laughing as she made him beg.
    Now in the kitchen, he leaned his head against the cool countertop, reigning in his unruly thoughts.
    Fuck, Iron deserved to be alpha if he’d been denying himself while feeling this for twenty years. How the fuck had he’d been so strong? Less than twenty-four hours with his true mate, and Steel was ready to crawl out of his skin with the want of her, his fingers begging to map out every inch of her flesh, his tongue dying to know her taste – the taste of her tongue, the taste of her pussy. He wanted to glut himself on both.
    Her smell was still buried within his brain, and every inhale he could still pick up the faint edges of it, spicy and strong and sweet… fuck , such a sexy sweetness, begging him to devour her, to drown in her, to wrap that red hair in his fist and pull her head back while he pounded into her, watching her ass bounce with every thrust against her.
    In a violent motion, he pushed himself away from the counter,