I am, he sai d and, oh gods, he was. Even before he tore through her panties and took her without foreplay or preamble. He might not realize it but being the man (the wolf) she could trust to ask for help (even when she'd already asked for it) was what she needed. Being the wolf whose eyes flashed with possessive desire when she needed to know she belonged to him...that was what she needed.

And when he did take her, her back arched hard with the sudden pleasure-pain, pulling her up off the bed. She collapsed down again, panting breathlessly, and gripped the bedsheets to let him have her however he wanted. If he wanted her slow, if he wanted her fast, if he wanted to fuck her hard and raw... whatever he wanted... she just wanted him.