Weston Drake is a lot of things. Player. Bestselling author. And stubborn as fuck werewolf. At least, he’s stubborn when it comes to his mate. He’s known that Abril Forrest belongs to him for the past five years, but their fourteen year age gap has kept him away. She’s more than legal enough now, but his thirty-five to her twenty-one still makes him feel like a lecherous old man. No matter how much his wolf craves her company, and his body craves her touch, he resists the lure of his chosen one. What would a sexy woman like her want with an older man like him?
Abril has fought like hell to carve out a life in Grover Falls, despite her dismal beginning. Raised in the trailer park with her junkie mom and a father who would just as soon sell her as look at her, she’s worked hard to leave her past behind. But in small towns, people never forget. Men think she’s easy because of who her parents are, so she’s always avoided relationships, or dating in general. But there’s one man she’d give herself to in a heartbeat. Weston Drake is everything she’s ever wanted, but he’s never once looked her way.
Abril looked down at the cell phone in her hand as she stepped off the curb. Weston reached her in an instant, wrapping his arm around her waist and hauling her back onto the curb, just as a car honked and swerved to miss her. His heart pounded in his chest as he thought about how close he’d come to losing her. The car’s tires squealed as it raced around the corner and disappeared. Abril’s hands clutched at his shirt, and he looked down to find cerulean eyes gazing up at him in shock.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
A tremor raked her body and she nodded.
Weston was loathe to release her just yet and kept an arm around her waist until he was certain she was steady on her feet. She didn’t seem to be in any hurry to pull away. Her honeysuckle scent teased his nose, and his wolf prodded him to hold her closer. Weston fought against his urges, not wanting to scare her any further. Holding her, and not being able to claim her, was hell.
Her lips parted, and she leaned into him a little more. The hands that had been clutching his shirt were now exploring the hard contours of his chest. His wolf gave a yip of pleasure as heat surged through him. His cock swelled as she explored his body. When she lifted her hands around the back of his neck, toying with the ends of his hair, he knew his control was close to snapping. She was playing with fire and didn’t even know it.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked.
“What is it, exactly, you expect me to do?”
“I thought my knight in shining armor might kiss me. You want to kiss me, don’t you?” She licked her lips. “Because I’d really like for you to.”
With a will Weston didn’t know he still possessed, he set Abril away from him. She looked disappointed, but she’d have to play her games with someone else. It was never wise to tease a wolf, especially when that wolf was your mate. The beast inside wanted to come out and play, chase her down, and mark her as theirs. She gave him a little wave and crossed the street, this time stopping to look both ways. He watched as she walked toward her apartment building while his wolf howled in his head.