than revel in the pleasure. He got off, but it was empty.
His wolf would have this female.
Aidan slowly made his way toward the back right corner of the room. The low, luring whimper had come from that direction, and he hadn’t seen her scurry to another hiding place. With each step closer, his body burned hotter, cock pulsing with need and his hip… He rubbed his right hip, a burning throb taking up residence the nearer he got to his prey.
Aidan froze in place, ceasing his travels as he stroked that spot. His dick ached, but that was because he wanted to fuck the woman he chased. The rest of him was healthy and strong. Wolves were hardy, and their very nature kept them free of illness. He hadn’t gotten into a brawl in at least a week and even then he would have healed in a day.
So there was no reason for him to have a random, ever increasing pain as he tracked the woman. Unless… He gulped. No. No.
If an Alpha Pair found their Marked, their mate, then the woman’s Mark would burn and pulse. Which, in turn, caused that same area to throb on the men’s bodies.
So there was only one reason he’d have a painfully hard dick that had him ready to blow at any moment, and a burning sensation on his hip that refused to be extinguished.
She was there. His mate, their mate.
Aidan’s cell phone vibrated, the buzz slicing the silence, and the woman gasped. She kept quiet at least, nearly soundless, but his wolf’s ears picked it up.
He looked at his phone once again, only the words on the screen didn’t catch his attention. No, it was the scars decorating his hands and arms. Some were hardly visible, time having made them blend with his natural color, while others were raised and stark white against his tanned skin.
The ageless unease that lurked in the back of his mind rushed forward. He was certain she belonged to them, but he wasn’t sure he could survive if she turned from him and sought out Carson like every other woman they’d enjoyed. He wasn’t much to look at, not with the damage he’d sustained all those years ago. He hoped—
The grating of the door hit him a brief moment before Carson’s voice reached him. “Yo, fucker, we’re late and you know those guys—”
He hadn’t torn his attention from his mate’s hiding place so when she squeaked and jumped from her spot behind the table to bolt from him, it was easy to snare her.
Aidan snatched her to him, hooking his arm around her waist and halting her run for freedom. He yanked her against his body, molding her back to his front, and his cock took notice of their proximity. The burning on his hip became a full body ache to have her beneath him—he spared a glance for Carson—beneath them.
She was all plump curves and silken skin. The scents of the forest coated her flesh, but he delved deeper to that sweet aroma that had him following her. Yes, it was there. Perfection.
“Aidan!” Carson yelled at him, but it was as if it were at a distance. His entire focus remained on the female—on her deep brown hair that held shades of red in its depths. On the roundness of her ass as it pressed against his cock, the curve of her waist as he held her captive, the way her abundant breasts rested atop his forearm.
He wanted to see her face, look into her eyes and trace her features with his gaze. His wolf howled for her, demanding he claim her now, right this second. But that wasn’t how things worked. It wasn’t how the process progressed, and he’d never hated laws more.
“What the fu—” Carson gasped and he knew what his partner was experiencing.
Uncontrollable want and burning need.
The woman he held captive fought him, kicking and scratching, and he smiled. She wasn’t a weak female. Then again, one destined for Alphas couldn’t be a wilting flower. She had to be strong to stand up to men who led a pack.
Unable to hold back his curiosity, he spun her around. He shifted his hold until her front met his, and his arm was secure around