Racing The Beast (Dirt Track Dogs #2)
Emotion gripped her throat. She swallowed, trying to make her voice work. “You make everything better. That’s what I’m coming to realize.”
    He dropped a lingering kiss to her forehead. “I want to,” he said. “I want to make you happy. Even if…” he hesitated, forcing a swallow, “even if it means letting you go.”
    She opened her mouth to speak, but he put a finger over her lips.
    “I meant what I said in the shop. I’d wait forever for you.” His voice shook. “But baby, if you need me to back off, I’ll do it. I’d want to make sure you were safe. Just check in on you every once in a while or… or get updates from Ella. My wolf needs to know you’re okay. If…” His brow crinkled until his gaze was forced away. “I’ve been thinking about this all fucking night, and… if you can agree to let me check on you, then I can live with it. I can… I can…”
    His voice faded to nothing.
    “No. I won’t agree to any of that.”
    His frown deepened to a full on scowl. “Shit, baby. You don’t understand. How will I know you’re alright? The wolf in me has to know or I’ll go fucking crazy.”
    “He’ll know, because I don’t want to go anywhere.” She cleared her throat, trying to make her voice stronger. “New deal, you claim me or whatever. Give me your mark.”
    His mouth opened in shock, but he just stared. Releasing her, he pulled away and sat on the edge of the bed, lowering his head to his hands. “Do you know what you’re saying?”
    “Yes. I do. I want to be with you.” She wasn’t afraid anymore. She wasn’t worried about whether or not this would hurt her. Beast was her safe place.
    He shook his head, dreads coming loose from the band he’d used to pull them back. “You’re half asleep. You had a nightmare. You don’t know what you’re committing to.”
    Punk propped herself up on one elbow. “I know exactly what I’m doing. I want you to claim me as your mate.”
    His gaze jerked to her. It was hot and so intense it felt like a physical touch. Without warning, he pounced on her, straddling her hips, his hands braced on either side of her head, his face inches from hers.
    “Woman, don’t say that unless you mean it,” he growled.
    Holy shit. He’ll treat you like a princess and fuck you like an animal .
    Her heart pounded at the idea. She let her eyes glide across his chest. His muscles rippled with power as he hovered above her. He was magnificent. Heat shot between her legs making her squirm. She wanted to feel him there, the hardness of his body pressing against her, easing the ache he’d produced.
    “I mean it.”
    His eyes roamed all over her face, searching for any doubt. “You’re serious.” His gaze continued down her body. He hadn’t laid a finger on her, but with a simple look, she was on fire for him.
    “Very.” She didn’t want to wait any longer. Finally, she was sure of what she wanted.
    “Fuck,” he hissed, his eyes wide. “We can’t do this right now.”
    “Why not?”
    He shook his head slowly, his gaze still perusing her body. Her heaving chest. Lower, where his erection lay against her leg hard and heavy.
    “We haven’t talked about all this.” He was trying to talk himself out of it, but he wanted it as much as she did. He lifted a shaking hand to graze her breast through the thin cotton of her shirt. “I don’t want you doing anything you’re not ready for.”
    She moaned as he squeezed her breast, her hardened nipple rubbing against his hot palm. “I’m ready, Beast. Please .”
    He locked eyes with hers, his breath coming in furious pants that hinted at his restraint. He fucking seared her with his gaze.
    “Prove it.”

Chapter Ten
    Beast stared at his mate, desperate for her. Somehow this was real. He wasn’t dreaming. She wanted him to mark her. She’d said those very words, but did she mean them? He had to be sure before he took her as his own because there was no undoing it.
    “How? What can I do to prove

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