![]() ![]() Jealous to the point of challenging alphas if they dared look on my mate? I would not hate her as my father had hated my mother. Then where would I be? In a marriage with a mate and no guarantee I wouldn’t turn as jealous as my father had. Her scent so strong I knew that even though she wasn’t in her heat the mark would have taken. ![]() Unlike with the countess, I lacked the control to rut Viola and not mark her then and there. The way she had so gently bared her neck for me, and I’d been on the brink of mate-marking her there. But she had one quality I could not discount: Viola tempted me into taking her as my mate. In Viola were all my ideals and requirements in a wife-and ones I’d not realised I wanted. I could grasp control of myself with Hartwell. She was more than I could have hoped for. I looked up to the drawing room window and saw her looking up at the clouds. How could I have left her when she smelt needy and ready for an alpha’s knot? It was cruel to her, and torture for me. The urge to return and give her what we both wanted… Except would she want me to fuck her mouth, quim, or ass? I wanted to give her my knot in all three. Then how she’d wanted to…How she had! My balls ached, and my cock hard again. Her eyes had looked so vulnerable but also near black with desire. I gasped,pulling in deep lungfuls of crisp winter air that was not saturated by Viola’s enthralling scent of violets and vanilla, the hypnotic way her violet-eyed stare cut through me. ![]()
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