Surviving the Pack by Shannon Duane Page A

through more drama.  Heaving a deep sigh he bowed his head and took several long deep breaths to calm his nerves.  His muscles were bunched and sore from clinching during Katarina’s fights and the up and down of the evening.  When will it get easier?  
    A delicate cough came from behind him.  He didn’t turn, couldn’t face another rejection tonight.  He ambled over to the door and walked through leaving it open for Katarina and went directly to his room to think.  Pulling up some of his most comfortable sweatpants he heard another delicate cough from his doorway.  “Can I help you?”
    Katarina tiptoed into his room and placed a delicate hand on his shoulder in what, surprisingly enough, felt like support.  He couldn’t believe this was the same hand that not only ten minutes ago sprouted claws, and an hour ago clutched him close while he pleasured and mated her.  What a contradiction she was turning out to be. 
    After long tense moments she broke the silence.  “I’m sorry, alpha, that I’ve caused you so much trouble.  I promised you I wouldn’t be a burden but I can’t seem to cease being a nuisance.”  She sighed and her hand tightened on his shoulder, “I will leave.  I only seem to be making your pack more aggressive and difficult to control.  And I can’t stay while the females throw themselves at you because it makes me…crazy.”  She giggled uncomfortably, “If I’m being honest, I haven’t quite figured that one out.  Thank you for your attempt at stability and good luck in the future.”
    Katarina released Dante’s shoulder and twirled away, only to be slammed up against the wall.  Dante pinned her from behind with his body. 
    Dante had no intention of allowing her to leave.  He reached up and pushed her hair to the side leaning in to whisper in her ear, “You would take my mate from me?  The one I’ve chosen above all others.”  He licked a trail from her neck to her shoulder where his teeth nipped and stroked.
    Katarina’s breath caught and she moaned when the scrape of his teeth caused her breasts to become heavy and her core to clinch.  How the hell does he do this to me?   “Dante, please…”
    “Please what?  Please do this?”  He brought his hand to her breast and cupped her with his hand squeezing gently.  “Or this?”  He used his thumb and index finger to pluck at her budding nipples.
    Pushing her ass against the ridge of his growing erection caused her breath to catch.  I’ll have him once more before I go.   She rested her head back on his shoulder and allowed him to fondle her.  When it wasn’t enough anymore, she pressed back into him, reaching back to take him in hand.  She could easily feel him through the cotton of his sweatpants.  “Yes, Dante.”
    He pulled back briefly while he lowered his pants to mid-thigh and ripped her top off.  He quickly lowered her jeans and panties baring her to him.  This time he needed to dominate her, let her know that she was his and he didn’t intend to let her go.  Not without total surrender of her body and soul.
    Leading her to the bed she attempted to climb up but he stilled her by grabbing her hips and pulling her down so she was bent over the side of the bed.  He stroked his hands down her spine, over the glorious mounds of her bottom and around to test her wetness.  “You’re ready for me, love.  I’m going to take you this time and not let you release until you’re screaming my name.  I want you to know it’s me loving your body like no one else can or ever will again.”
    Trying to pull herself up Dante put a hand in the middle of her back, “Don’t fight me, Katarina.  I know you want me.  You can’t hide it anymore.”  He stroked his hand through her wetness once more and brought it to his mouth, “Oh yeah, you taste amazing.”
    Lining the head of his manhood against her he popped the head in and sighed.  “I love the feel of you, so warm and silky.”
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