He spun around to look at her, and sure enough, she had an arm across her tits and a hand in front of her pussy. His scent was all over her. He’d marked her and yet, here she was, trying to rid her body of everything that was him.

“Don’t,” he said.

“I need to get to the house. I want to go and change.”

He put his hands on his hips, keeping himself open and exposed for her to look at. “Do I look like I’m running away?” he asked.

Her gaze traveled down his body, and she quickly looked up into his eyes.

“You’re fighting this,” he said.

“Last night—”

“Don’t fucking say it.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I knew this was going to happen. You just can’t stand it, can you? You can’t stand that you may have feelings for me, and how dare you even want me for a second, right?”

“I don’t know what came over me last night.”

“Bullshit. It’s the same thing that’s coming over you now.” He didn’t give her a chance to pull away as he wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her close. “You may fight this with your mind, but there is no denying what your body wants, what you crave. You can keep giving yourself these orgasms, but they’re nowhere close to the real thing. You want me, plain and simple, but you’re too fucking proud to even give yourself that.” He shook his head. “I gave you what you asked for last night. Don’t you dare start acting like a victim to me.”

Slamming his lips down on hers, he pushed her away and stormed toward the house.

“How dare you.” Mabel rushed toward him and she managed to move in front of him, putting a hand on his chest. “Last night was the moon and the wolves.”

“No, it wasn’t. I refuse to believe that everything we think and feel is down to that goddamn ball in the sky. It’s not, and you can’t keep blaming that. It’s childish. It’s not true, and it’s time for you to grow up and realize you’re going to have to claim me too.”

“Wait? What?”

“I’ve watched mated couples, Mabel. I’ve been around them all my life, but the last three years I’ve made it a point to keep an eye on them. It’s never a one-sided affair. There are always two in a couple to a mating, not one, not none. Two. You and me. Last night, I didn’t take. You begged. I gave you what you wanted, and if you must know, it was the best night of my life. Being inside you… My imagination never did you justice.”