Page 41 of Wedding for My Werewolf

“I was worried about finding someone who would understand why I couldn’t move fast, so I just… didn’t. And then I started running and now here I am. A virgin. A scared virgin,” she said sadly.

“Are you scared of me?” he asked, holding his breath as he waited for her answer.

“No, Eric. I’m not scared of you. Not even a little.”

She freed her hands from his and trailed them slowly up his arms, her touch feather-light but searing through the fabric of his shirt. The touch sent electricity racing through his veins, igniting every nerve ending. His wolf howled in triumph.

“I want to kiss you,” she whispered.

Moving slowly, giving her every chance to back away, he cupped her face in his hands. Her skin felt like silk against his calloused palms. Instead of pulling back, she leaned into his touch, amber eyes darkening with desire. Her lips parted, her breath mingling with his, carrying the promise of everything he’d been denying himself.

When he finally claimed her mouth, the kiss blazed through him like wildfire. Gone was the careful restraint of their public displays. This was raw, real, a claiming that spoke to the primal part of his nature. Her hands slid up to grip his shoulders, her fingers digging in as if to keep him from pulling away. As if he could.

His wolf purred with satisfaction as she pressed closer, fitting perfectly against him. Her taste, her scent, the soft sounds she made—everything about her called to both man and beast. Her pulse raced beneath his fingertips as he traced the curve of herneck. The sweet scent of her desire mingled with his, driving his wolf wild with need.

He pulled back just enough to study her face—the flush in her cheeks, the trust in her eyes. Something protective and fierce swelled in his chest. This was about so much more than physical attraction. He wanted to shelter her, cherish her, show her that she deserved tenderness after everything she’d been through.

His wolf urged him to claim her fully, to mark her as his mate where everyone could see, the instinct pounding through him with each beat of his heart. But he forced that primal need back down. She’d spent too long having choices taken from her. He wouldn’t add to that, no matter how much his inner beast protested.

But he couldn’t back away, not when she was looking at him like that.

He slid his hand down to her breast, lightly tracing the stiff little peak beneath her shirt. Her eyes went hazy with pleasure. She arched towards him, pushing herself more firmly against his hand.

“Little bird, what you do to me.”

He cupped her other breast, feeling the nipple harden under his palm, and her head fell back as she moaned. The sight sent another bolt of desire straight to his cock, and he couldn’t stop the answering growl. She looked up at him, her gaze heated and hungry, and his wolf preened.

“Can I… take care of you this time?” she whispered.

He groaned at the thought.

“What did you have in mind, little bird?”

Her hands moved hesitantly to the front of his shirt. She undid the first button, then the second, stroking tentative little fingers over each inch of skin she exposed. He remained perfectly still, letting her explore at her own pace. His wolf preened under her touch, savoring her every stroke.

“You’re so strong,” she murmured, her hands moving lower. “So warm. So… perfect.”

“I’m glad you think so,” he managed to say, then forgot everything but the feel of her hands on him as she reached the bottom of his shirt.

She hesitated, then tugged, the buttons popping free. His breath hissed between his teeth as her fingers trailed down his abdomen. Her touch was light, a barely-there stroke, and yet it set him on fire.

“Fuck, little bird.”

His claws extended and retracted, a sign of the struggle for control. He didn’t want to frighten her, not when she was doing so well, but her sweet caress was driving him wild.

“You can touch me too,” she said softly. “If you want.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Her cheeks flamed, but she didn’t look away. Her fingers traced over the hard ridge of his erection, the sensation sending lightning through his veins.

“You’re so big.”

She pressed down, and he swallowed a groan. His eyes closed, the world narrowing down to the feel of her hand on him. Thenshe began to stroke him over his jeans, her hand growing less tentative with each touch.

“Like this?”

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