Page 26 of Enemy Wolf

The shock settled in late. Only some time after our lips locked together in a hold, after my tongue darted inside for a taste and met her own, after I went to cradle her nape in my palm, after indulging myself in an exploration with light pulls and licks, did I remember where I was.

Shiloh was breathing harder when we parted. Her hands splayed over my shoulders while I had one hand on her waist and the other still holding the back of her neck.

“I didn’t know kissing was allowed,” I said, barely able to hear myself over the thundering of my heart.

Shiloh gave a little shrug, that slight smile returning. “Had to do something to get this started.”

That reminder did nothing to quell the roaring in my blood. It didn’t matter that she didn’t want me or even like me, because I was here to provide for her, take care of her.

A satisfied growl rumbled up from deep within me, and it dawned on me then why I didn’t notice my wolf. He and I were aligned perfectly in this, one and the same. Satisfy our pretty witch. Ease her suffering.

I kissed Shiloh again, using my grip on her nape to pull her in. Maybe I should have asked if more kissing was okay, but she gasped into my mouth and practically molded herself to me. She scrambled to push the sheet away, and my hand on her waist found its way to her bare legs.

She wore shorts and a tank top, and I kept my hands over her clothes in my awkward attempt to ease her, to encourage her to trust me. While I knew she wanted this over and done with, it didn’t feel right to yank everything off and get straight to business. A cherished, respected mate was a satisfied one.

No, not mate. Partner, hook-up, whatever. I really needed to get that word mate out of my head.

Shiloh’s legs spread wide of their own volition, and my light stroking of the outside of her thigh transitioned to the inside. We were still kissing, unhurried but passionate. Her hands explored me too, growing braver, although staying above my blanketed waist.

“Orson,” Shiloh whimpered against my mouth. “Please...I can’t take much longer.”

I hooked a finger in the waistband of her shorts, holding in my howl when I realized how much she was squirming. “Can I take these off?”

Shiloh snapped her legs together and whipped off her shorts and underwear in one fluid movement. The next thing I knew, she had grabbed my wrist and pressed my hand directly between her legs. “Please, Orson,” she begged.

Holy. Fucking. Moon.

She was so wet and burning hot. Her scent bloomed so strongly that I could practically taste her in the air. It was all I could do to not bring my mouth down to where my hand was.

“Fuck, Shiloh.” I couldn’t control the rough growl in my voice, nor the constant, pleased rumbling from my chest as she bucked against my hand.

“I’m so close,” she panted. “You don’t have to do much, I—ohh!”

I dragged my slick fingers to her clit and circled the firm little point, the place where she needed relief the most. The shift in her breaths and the increased volume of her moans told me I was on the right track. I wanted to keep watching her, to see the orgasm take over her body, but Shiloh grabbed the back of my head and kissed me again.

She moaned directly into my mouth, pulling and biting at my lips with a frenzied desperation. Fuck, how I wanted to bite her back. To leave a mark in her skin for everyone to see, so everyone would know the pretty witch was mine.

No, wait. No, she wasn’t.

Shiloh’s orgasm ripped through her on a full-body spasm and a scream that broke our kiss. I kept my hand firm between her legs, helping her ride out the tremors and rubbing every last ounce of pleasure out of her.

A sweat had broken out on her brow, and she could barely stay upright by the time it was over. Shiloh’s hands planted behind her on the bed, her chest heaving as she stared at me with a serene, blissed-out expression.

“Thank you, Orson,” she sighed.

I pulled my hand away from her and wanted to say, You’re welcome, or even, My pleasure. Let’s do that again sometime, but I was choking.

Her orgasm had intensified her scent tenfold, and I was drowning in it. I was drunk on her orange-cinnamon flavor and like a damned junkie, I needed more.

But Shiloh was done. She’d gotten her release. If I didn’t get the fuck out of here soon, I was afraid of taking things farther than we agreed on.

I said something, I didn’t even know what, and started scooting away before I remembered the blanket around my hips. It started coming loose, and I paused to readjust it.

Shiloh came closer and I got a fresh, dizzying lungful of her scent again. She...what the fuck? She was kissing my cheek?

In my confusion, I turned to face her. And that was how I found our mouths locked together again.

Her tongue surged into my mouth. Short nails scraped my scalp and my upper back. She tasted so fucking good, and her waist fit so perfectly under my hands...wait, when did I get on top of her?

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