Taming his Mate (Black Hills Wolves, #8)(5)

“Nothing a little more time and a smooth hand won’t remedy.”

Jace roared with laughter and tipped his head toward the dance floor. “You mean like the one Damien has?”

Stephen whipped around, and his jaw almost hit the ground. At once, he zeroed in on Kate and Damien. Their traitorous friend’s hand rested on Kate’s lower belly as he grinded against her ass. And his mate just let the sly bastard practically dry hump her.

Oh, hell no, this shit wasn’t happening. There was a certain code in their pack. No one was allowed to touch another Wolf’s mate in such a manner. And the entire pack knew Kate was his by now. It wasn’t as though he’d kept it a secret.

A surge of anger pushed through Stephen. He threw his arm out, slamming his bottle of beer against Jace’s middle, and stalked onto the dance floor toward Kate. The sight of her wiggling her firm ass against Damien’s crotch set Stephen’s blood on fire. Inside, his Wolf urged him to make Damien pay for the insult. Shoving down instinct, he focused his attention on his mate.

Stephen strode up to the dancing couple without a word. Instead, he snatched Kate away from Damien and threw her over his shoulder. She cursed and jerked in his arms, but he carried her into the ladies room, meeting the wide-eyed stares of two of the pack’s females.

“Ladies, can I have a moment of privacy with my mate?” He barely registered the gruff voice as his own.

The pair giggled and scurried from the restroom, whispering to each other. He flipped the lock on the bathroom door then set his mate on the bathroom counter. Before one enraged word left her throat, he slammed his lips over hers. Roughly spreading her legs apart, he moved in between her thighs, shoving his hard, denim-covered erection against her center the same time his tongue plunged inside her mouth.

Far from the reaction he expected out of her, she arched into him and wrapped her legs around his waist. She sank her fingers into his short hair and ground herself against the bulge in his pants.

Devouring her mouth, he kissed her with every bit of passion she evoked in him. Their tongues tangled in a delicious duel, replacing every shred of fury pumping through his bloodstream with white-hot lust.

Holy f*cking shit, she was a living flame in his arms.

Stephen’s hands went to the waist of her jeans and popped the metal tab free. He slid his hand beneath the lacey band of her panties, and nearly came in his pants when he brushed over the smooth, heated skin of her sex. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to taste that silken flesh.

When he ran his fingers along the seam of her damp * and pressed his palm against her clit, she tore her mouth free from his.

“We have to stop.” Kate balled the hem of his shirt in her clenched hands.

Yeah, they needed to stop, but for an entirely different reason than she imagined.

Not above using devious means to get what he wanted, he’d made it his business to know about the men she’d casually dated when she was younger. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind his little mate was still a virgin. With that in mind, he wanted their first time to be memorable. For her to know she’d only ever receive pleasure in his arms. Even though his dick was ready to burst, she deserved more than a quick f*ck in a public restroom.

Stephen pulled back and huffed out a shaky breath, stirring the hairs at the top of her head. He leaned his forehead against hers.

“I want to make love to you, Kate.” Unable to resist, he continued to caress her clit with light strokes.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the mirror behind her. “We can’t.”

Lowering his head, he nuzzled the side of her neck and kissed his way up to her mouth. “Why not, Sunshine? Let me love you.”

Kate moved her hips against him and pulled his face to hers. He obliged, seizing her lips with a carnal kiss. Her passionate response addled his self-control.

Christ, he wanted to feel her touch.

Stephen eased his fingers from her damp heat and worked the button and zipper of his jeans open. When his cock sprang free of its restraint, he released her mouth with one last nip. His hands settled over hers on his chest, and he guided one down to his hardened length. Her fingertips tentatively brushed the swollen head, and he groaned and tugged her against his body.

Then she squirmed from in between him and the counter, moving toward the door. Terrified he’d harmed her in some way, he turned to face her with his arms lifted in the air. Tears gathered in her hazel eyes as she fumbled with the button on her jeans. He took a step toward her to right whatever wrong he’d done.

“No!” She threw out a shaky hand to ward him off. “I’m sorry, but this was a mistake.”

He could only gape as she backed toward the door, threw the lock, and bolted from the women’s restroom. When he snapped out of his stupor, he wondered if he’d grown a second head and glanced down at his straining erection.

What the f*ck just happened?

Then it hit him. She was running away from him, again. Damn it, she wasn’t getting away from him tonight if his aching balls were any testament.

With no small amount of discomfort, he shoved his dick back into his pants and zipped up then went in pursuit of his runaway mate for the last f*cking time.





Chapter Four





Kate’s cheeks burned as she pushed through her grinning packmates to the safety of the front door. Of course, the entire bar had witnessed Stephen haul her into the bathroom.