Navarro's Promise - Lora Leigh [102]
He wasn’t going to ask her what the hell she was doing there, no matter how desperately he wanted to ask. Nothing had been going on. Josiah was her friend, and Navarro knew her scents. She had no thought of betrayal, and he’d learned long before the rescues that nothing could change whatever a person decided they wanted the most. If she wanted Josiah, if his arms were the ones she wanted, then it would have been Josiah she would have mated.
That didn’t mean he was going to let it go. He couldn’t let it go.
He could feel the sudden hunger for her as it exploded through his system and sent a part of his control ricocheting through him before it was lost forever.
It was all he could do to maintain the wild, howling part of his psyche. That part of him that he didn’t know, didn’t understand, and hadn’t even been aware he possessed until now.
He pulled her into their suite, closed and locked the door securely behind them.
He stared at her. Just watched her as he released her and she moved across the room before turning to face him.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” He had no idea where those words came from, why he even thought she would need the promise until he watched her swallow tightly, watched as he began unbuttoning his white cotton shirt.
“I never imagined you would.” She was breathing heavy, her face flushed, her golden green eyes filled with trepidation.
“You’re watching me as though you’re expecting me to rip your throat out.” He couldn’t help the rough, rumbled sound of his own voice.
She shook her head, and he swore the soft brush of her hair through the air sent the smell of her arousal rushing through him again. He couldn’t get the scent out of his head. He couldn’t stop what it was doing to him.
His cock was thick, hard and fully engorged. There was none of the mating sensitivity that he could detect, but the hunger for her, the need for her taste, her touch, was beginning to pound through his system.
She swallowed tightly.
“If you don’t want this, then say so now.” He shrugged the shirt from his shoulders as her eyes widened.
He couldn’t explain the hungers suddenly tearing through him any more than he could explain the dominance he could no longer keep a handle on.
She was his mate. That was all he knew, and he knew it for damned certain. She belonged to him. She had been born to belong to him, to be his mate, to touch him as no other woman ever had or ever could.
What more should matter?
Josiah didn’t matter. Ely’s fucking tests didn’t matter. All that mattered was that before he left this room, she would never allow another man to set him up, even unconsciously. And he had no doubt in his mind that Josiah hadn’t done just that. He was trying to prove to Navarro that he had a chance at Mica, when the opposite was true. He would never have a chance to touch her, she would always see to it. Especially once they finished with the need beginning to claw inside her.
He knew what was about to happen.
He could feel it. The need, the hunger, the pure iron-hard dominance raging through him was pulling a single white-hot need through his veins, burning through his senses.
He watched as she took a long, slow breath.
“Take off your shirt.”
She hadn’t told him to leave, she hadn’t told him no, and he knew she was well aware of certain aspects of Wolf Breed mating.
He’d been pushed, and he’d handled it well.
For more than a week. He’d been pushed, he’d been chastised. And then, he’d stood still, silent, and allowed another Breed to threaten to take what he knew was his and his alone. And he hadn’t killed him, simply because he knew Josiah was full of shit.
The other Breed wanted her, he’d always wanted her. From the moment she had landed her fist in his face Josiah had lusted for her.
But she belonged to Navarro.
And today, he was going to prove it.
“Undress, Amaya,” he warned her. “Do it now. Because I’d hate to tear all those pretty clothes.”
Because God as his witness, he didn’t think he had the control left not to.
CHAPTER 16
She knew.
Mica swallowed