Mated To The Devil by Eve Langlais Page B

change that. Let me show what kind of man I am.”
    “I’m not sleeping with you.”
    “No one said you had to.” Even if he’d like to. Having her so close played havoc with his body, more specifically a certain part that refused to go back to sleep.
    “Then what exactly do you want from me?”
    So suspicious. What happened to her to have such walls up around her psyche? “I want a lot of things from you, but we can start with a chance for me to atone. A chance to get to truly know you and my son. A chance to give you the things you deserve as my mate and mother of my,” he almost said pup but caught himself, “child.”
    “You want to give me charity?” she retorted, her eyes flashing. “I don’t require your pity or your charity. I can take care of us just fine. I don’t need you.”
    “I never said you did.”
    “I have everything I need.”
    Everything? Including a lover? Jealousy reared its head and growled. “Is there another man?” Tell me there is, and I’ll rip his head off.
    A moue twisted her lips. “No. But that doesn’t mean I’m not looking.”
    A soft growl rolled off his lips, and his wolf bristled inside. “There will be no other men.”
    Something of his beast must have shown. Eyes wide, she backed away from him, the scent of her fear spiking the air. “You don’t own me.”
    “Like hell I don’t.” Despite her agitation, he stalked toward her, his reminder to go gentle washed away with her refusal to consider him as her mate.
    “Stop!” She held up her hand, and he halted his body. Back went her shoulders, and her lips tightened into a stubborn line. “I am not a stupid schoolgirl anymore. You can’t just expect to pick up where we left off. I had a moment of wantonness. It won’t happen again.”
    “It will.” He’d make sure of it.
    “I’m not a slut.”
    “No one said you were.”
    “Just because I don’t date, doesn’t mean I’m desperate.”
    Didn’t date, as in couldn’t because despite her protests, the mating bond between them affected her? Excellent . It soothed his ruffled beast somewhat to know their female remained untouched. A smile tilted his lips. She might not know it, or accept it yet, but she belonged to him.
    “Why are you grinning?”
    “Because despite all your protests, you’re just fooling yourself. You haven’t dated anyone because you can’t. Your body knows it belongs to me.”
    “Does not.”
    “Oh, it does, baby. Every creamy, luscious inch.”
    “Don’t talk to me like that,” she squeaked.
    “Like what, baby? Talk like a man who appreciates what he sees? A man who remembers how it felt to kiss your full lips? To touch your body? I might have been drunk that night, but I’ve had years to remember. Years of lonely nights dreaming of your ivory skin against mine. The scent of you. The taste . . . ”
    Pupils dilating, breath quickening, she couldn’t hide the signs of her arousal. “Stop it.”
    “Make me.” Canine blood in his veins or not, he practically purred the challenge.
    “I’m not playing your game. I know you’re trying to seduce me using your wicked devil power again.”
    He arched a brow. “Devil power?”
    She blushed. “Nothing. Forget I said it.”
    “You will tell me eventually. I intend to learn everything there is about you, from the first time you scraped your knee, to how you scream my name when you come.”
    She shook her head in denial.
    Too late. She couldn’t hide, not from him. He could smell her desire, the musky scent that gave it away and made his mouth water for a lick. “I’ll give you the space you crave, for now, and I will court you as you deserve, but understand this, you can’t keep me away forever.”
    “That’s what you think.”
    “I know. Already I can sense your desire. The heat from your body is calling to mine. Tell me you don’t ache for my touch?”
    Her curls bobbed frantically, her very vehemence telling.
    It both enchanted and aggravated him, so he kept