Free Scout: Reckless Desires (Norseton Wolves Book 7) by Holley Trent Page B

want.
    She wanted to dig her fingers into something, so she pulled him down, crushed his mouth with hers, and stuffed her hands into the back of his scrub pants.
    He let out a hiss, then a moan, and his tongue probed more deeply into her mouth and thick hardness pressed against her inner thigh.
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    She changed her mind. She wanted that so badly. She’d only have to force those useless pants of his down a few inches, and he’d only have to nudge the crotch of her underwear aside. He could be inside her, and he’d be stuck with her because lady wolves had ways of claiming their men that the men knew nothing about.
    But she felt like something was wrong—she’d skipped some step and couldn’t remember what it was.
    What the fuck was it?
    The wolf in her sighed. After all, Petra had lived in a pack for fourteen years before hitting the road with her brother. She knew how things were supposed to work. She’d heard the whispers, because nothing in a pack was ever really a secret.
    There was supposed to be a bite. Her or him, she couldn’t remember. She hadn’t paid attention when she should have. To finish what they were doing—whatever they were doing—someone needed to be bitten.
    Cover all the bases. Both.
    She pulled away from his intoxicating lips and batted his hair out of her face. “Paul?”
    “Changed your mind? Can’t say I didn’t expect you to.”
    She rolled her eyes and scooted down beneath him a little—just enough to reach his shoulder. She bit down hard in the space between his shirt and his neck and growled at the metallic tang of blood flooding her tongue.
    “What the fuck—”
    She clasped her hand over his mouth and released her teeth from his flesh. “Bite me, too.”
    “Why?” came his muffled voice behind her hand.
    “You have to.”
    “Give me a few more words than that. Last time I checked, we weren’t in a vampire novel.”
    “You just have to, if you—” She closed her lips on the words, because she didn’t know.
    Goddess, why?
    Petra didn’t actually expect an answer, but she got one anyway. Abstract, but clear enough. Petra should have long known what to do, but she’d run from her pack.
    “You have to bite me,” she said, “so no other wolf gets me.”
    “I’m not a wolf, Petra.”
    He was right, of course.
    But does that matter?
    She didn’t think her goddess would have answered if it did. Nothing made sense, but maybe things weren’t supposed to.
    They’ll make sense later. Bite first. Knowledge later, came the goddess’s whisper, and then she departed with a pulse and a flicker in Petra’s mind, leaving her confident, in spite of having no good reason to be. She’d have to trust for once.
    “Paul, bite me if you want me. I don’t have answers for you yet. Just bite me.”
    He hovered over her, unmoving and staring down.
    “Do you want me?” She’d never had any desire whatsoever to ask that question before, but with Paul, she had to know. Now, not later .
    “I hardly know you,” he said. “I don’t even know your last name.”
    “I don’t have one anymore. Please . Bite me. I’ll tell you everything, I swear. But later. Just bite me now. You have to.”
    “Why?”
    He was being just like a doctor by asking why instead of doing what a patient demanded, but if she wanted to get her cure, she had to tell the truth, and the truth was clear then. All the pieces were starting to come together in her head.
    “I—I don’t get anyone else,” she said. “I only get one chance at a fated mate, and I guess that’s what you are. If you want me, even a little, just bite me. Please .”
    She was begging. She’d never begged a man for anything before. Her mother hadn’t even begged for her father to stay, but those pathetic words were coming out of Petra’s mouth, and she couldn’t take them back.
    She barely had time to try, because the next thing she knew, he lowered his head and searing pain radiated from a point over her