Obsession (The Mate Games, #1)

by K. Loraine

My name is Father Caleb Gallagher, and I am going to help you find your wolf."

"Listen, you're hot and all, but I'm not getting on my knees for you. I hardly know you."

All that smoldering intensity wrapped up in a delicious, completely forbidden package? That’s an altar I could worship at.

“I gave you an order, Miss Fallon. Obey it.”

He grabbed me by the back of the neck and forced me to the cold tile. “On. Your. Knees.”

“How? You going to gag me, Father? I didn’t realize priests were so kinky—”

“What will you do if I don’t show up? Spank me, Daddy?” No reaction. The man was a statue carved of stone. Except for that slight twitch in the fingers of his left hand. Barely noticeable, but there. I opened the door and strode outside, but not before he whispered, “Don’t tempt me.”

My cock throbbed and fangs descended, ready to take her as they always were, every night.

“Shh, dove, I’ll get you home. Get you safe.”

but I wanted to mark her skin so everyone knew where she belonged. And who she belonged to.

“Trust me, dove. Had I touched you last night, you’d not only remember it, you’d be begging me for an encore.”

He looked like sin and sex and every fantasy I’d ever had about being rescued by a handsome warrior.

“Apparently, your milkshake brings all the supernatural boys to the yard, Sunday. But which one gets the cherry?”

“Oh yeah, definitely up. If the men aren’t imagining the things they want to do to your neck, they’ll be thinking about how good it’ll feel to tug on this while they’re fucking you from behind.”

These two remind me of me and u

“You poor, vanilla virgin.”

“I can feel it in your pulse. I can taste it on your skin. You’re just as drawn to me as I am to you, little wolf.”

I stared at her sleeping form, my devil of a cock thickening behind my trousers. She was beauty personified, leading me directly into temptation. Except I would be precisely the evil she needed to be delivered from if I couldn’t stop myself from wanting her.

“You have been. And, yes, if you choose this punishment, I’ll put you over my knee and spank your insolent arse until you can’t sit down without a reminder of what my palm felt like on your skin.”

“Harder, Daddy.”

Kingston must have read it in my body language. A shudder ran through him, as if he’d reached a decision he wasn’t entirely sure about. Then, still holding my gaze, he slowly tipped his chin up, baring his throat to me in submission. My heart fluttered, frantic and wild. He’d submitted. Wait. He’d submitted? Holy shit. “Only for you, Sunday.” His words were breathy, as though this had cost him everything.

“Sunday,” I said with a sigh, “what you don’t realize is it doesn’t matter. I chose you. That’s it for me. You might have other mates, but I am yours. Wherever you go from here, I’ll follow. I’m not going to run from it.”

Something

You all have massively big tree trunk dicks. No one cares. We aren’t impressed.

“You all seem to forget the things I can do with my fist are far more impressive than what you can do with that piece of meat between your legs.”

“Bibbity bobbity boo, bitch.”