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Jane

“Welcome to my hotel room,” Vishal said softly as he opened the door for me. “What can I get you? Are you hungry? Thirsty?”

I looked around the beautiful room - it was much nicer than anywhere I had ever stayed. There was a comfortable couch, a large bed with fluffy pillows, and floor-to-ceiling windows that showed the city lights sparkling below. But all I could focus on was the man standing next to me.

My mate. After everything that had happened today, I was finally alone with him.

‘Tell him how you feel, my wolf,’ Amber whispered in my mind. ‘We’re alone now… we can be honest with him.’

I found myself smiling, thinking about how happy I had been since meeting Vishal again.

“Why are you smiling?” he asked, tilting his head with curiosity. “Did I do something funny?”

His question brought me back to the present moment. I had been so lost in my thoughts that I forgot he was watching me.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I replied, feeling my cheeks turn red with embarrassment. “I was just thinking.”

“It’s okay,” he said gently. “What can I get you?”

‘Tell him we need something else,’ Amber urged. ‘Hurry! Take off his clothes. I need to see that heavenly body of his.’

“Stop pushing me,” I said to my wolf through our mental connection. “Let me handle this.”

“Is everything alright?” Vishal asked, his voice full of concern. “Are you okay, love?”

The way he called me love made my heart skip a beat, but I could see worry in his dark eyes.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I responded quickly, but I could tell he didn’t believe me.

“No, I don’t think you are,” he replied softly, stepping closer. “I can sense when you’re upset or stressed. Your hands are clenched into fists.”

I looked down and realized he was right. Without thinking about it, I had been making fists with my hands.

“I’m sorry,” I said, relaxing my fingers. “I was just... talking to my wolf. She was asking for water. I think she’s thirsty.”

It wasn’t exactly the truth, but I couldn’t tell him what Amber was really saying.

‘That’s not what I said at all,’ Amber complained in my head. ‘And you know it.’

I ignored my wolf’s protests and focused on Vishal, who was looking at me with care and attention.

‘Don’t tell me you didn’t want him. I know you desperately wanted him. Why deny what you wanted?’ She continued.

She wasn’t wrong. I wanted him, maybe even more than she did. I wanted to claim him, to feel the heat of his chest against mine, to have his hands roaming over me.

I wanted him to touch me the way a wolf mate touched his woman, to give me everything that bond promised.

Vishal walked to the small kitchen area and came back with a glass of cool water. When he handed it to me, our fingers touched, and I felt that familiar electric spark that happened every time we made contact.

He smiled at me, and heat rushed through my body in an instant. My heart pounded faster, the longing inside me swelling until it was all I could feel. I wanted him—desperately.

‘Oh! Oh. Someone’s horny,’ my wolf teased. ‘You can deny it, but your body could never hide what it wants. Admit it and jump on him; he’s ours anyway. He wouldn’t mind knowing how much you want him.’

“How can a wolf be such a shameless, horny little freak?”

‘I’m just being honest,’ she sneered. ‘Unlike someone here—someone who talked big, but whose body betrayed her—someone so ready to deny exactly what she wanted.’

I ignored her. She was only making things worse, whispering her filthy thoughts into my mind. Damn it, I was horny. I needed my mate, but how was I supposed to tell him that?

I wasn’t that shameless, and the thought of asking him outright made heat rise to my cheeks.

He sat down next to me on the couch, close enough that I could smell his wonderful scent.

“Jane, is something bothering you?” he asked gently. “You can tell me anything.”

“No, why do you ask?”

“Because I can sense your emotions,” he explained. “The mate bond lets me feel when you’re scared… or happy… and—” he paused, a faint flush coloring his cheeks, “—I can smell your arousal. It’s so damn strong.”

Oh god. Could he really sense everything I was feeling? I covered my face with my hands, mortified.

“Are you embarrassed?” Vishal asked softly. When I nodded, he gently took my hands away from my face and looked into my eyes. “Why are you embarrassed? I’m your mate, Jane. We’re supposed to share everything with each other.”

He traced my cheek with his finger, and the gentle touch made me shiver.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, moving closer. “Can I... can I kiss you?”

My heart was beating so fast I was sure he could hear it. All I could do was nod.

When Vishal’s lips touched mine, it felt like coming home. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, like he was asking permission for each moment. I felt safe and cherished and loved all at once.

I groaned, returning his kiss. His need soon intensified, as if he were starved for me, and the gentleness melted away, replaced by a raw hunger I could feel in every press of his lips. A moan escaped into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring mine with urgency.

I moaned, fisting his shirt before tearing it off him. My hands roamed over his chest, tracing the hard lines beneath my fingertips. Vishal left my lips to trail soft, lingering kisses along my neckline.

My wolf whined, 'Look at who’s horny. You’re such a bad girl.'

His hands slipped beneath my shirt, cupping my breasts and giving them a firm squeeze. A moan escaped my lips as pleasure flooded through me, and I felt heat pool between my thighs.

“Jane!” Vishal moaned. “Could I go on?”

I understood what he meant. I moaned and nodded my head. “Yes, please.”

How could I tell him to stop when every touch made my body ache for more? His fingers made quick work of my clothes, peeling them away one by one as if unwrapping a forbidden gift. Lifting me effortlessly, he carried me to his bed, his eyes dark with hunger.

His mouth followed the curve of my body, leaving a trail of searing kisses that made my breath hitch. I closed my eyes, letting the waves of pleasure pull me under, lost in a tide of unrestrained lust. His touch was all I could feel and all I could think about.

When he unhooked my bra, my hardened nipples peaked under his heated gaze, sending a shiver through me. My skin burned with awareness, and I instinctively covered my breasts with my hands—only for his fingers to brush over mine, coaxing them away.

“Why hide from me?” he murmured. “You’re so gorgeous… I couldn’t stop looking at you. You’re a goddess. You’re mine, pretty mate.”

Gently, he took my hands away and replaced them with his own, his palms warm as they tenderly caressed my breasts.

He positioned himself between my breasts, his lips closing around one hardened peak. A gasp escaped me; I had never felt anything like this before. No man had ever taken my breasts into his mouth, and the sensation was intoxicating.

Heat rippled through me, every flick and swirl of his tongue sending sparks straight to my core. It felt so good—too good. I was floating, drunk on the pleasure, my body trembling as wetness pooled between my thighs.

“V… Vishal…” I moaned, my voice trembling. His tongue moved in quick, teasing strokes over my nipple, drawing a breathless cry from me.

“Ahhh!” The sound spilled out before I could stop it. When his mouth left my breasts, an ache of longing rushed through me. I wanted more, needed more.

His lips found my skin again, this time at my belly button, and I shivered as his tongue circled it slowly before trailing lower… lower… until he reached the edge of my heated core.

“Come on. Let’s get this off of you, okay?” he murmured, right before he ripped my panties off me.

“You are so fucking wet, mate.”

The moment he inhaled my scent, my eyes widened. His gaze lifted to meet mine, intense and unyielding, as his fingers slid against me in slow, deliberate strokes.

I felt my wetness coat his touch, each movement sending shivers up my spine until my vision blurred with pleasure. Then he leaned in, closing the distance, and took me into his mouth.

I whimpered. “Don’t… don’t do that. It’s not clean—it’s dirty.”

Vishal chuckled softly. “Dirty? You’re my mate, Jane. There’s nothing dirty about you.”