Page 131 of Warlords, Witches & Wolves

His hands cupped her butt and dragged her closer. The length of his dick pressed against her belly. At least with a wolf there were no surprises as she’d already seen every hard inch of him. Her fingers traced over his shoulders, swept over his pulse—his life beneath her fingertips—she cupped his jaw and traced his lips with her tongue.

She was not going to bite him. That would be rude, but she wanted to.

“Fuck your teeth are sharp.”

When her fangs had first come through, she’d cut her tongue and lip on them so many times. “Sorry.”

She’d never kissed with her fangs out before. Had always been so careful because she’d been with humans—which was hard because when she got aroused, her fangs wanted to descend. She drew back a little, knowing she shouldn’t be tasting wolf blood at all, and tried to force her fangs back.

He licked his lip where she’d scratched him, and then smiled. “Don’t be sorry, do it again.”

She considered him for a moment then kissed him hard, scratching his lip with the tips then licking the beads of blood away. Hot and wild and heady.

He ran his tongue over the tip of one fang, drawing a fresh drop of blood like he enjoyed it.

That was…a shiver traced through her body. Her panties were damp, and she’d remember that deliberate action forever.

He unhooked her bra. She stepped back and undid her shorts but didn’t pull them down just yet. The cool night air swept over her heated skin, giving her a moment of sanity. “What if someone comes?”

He grinned. “That’s the idea.”

She tossed her bra at him, and he let it drop to the ground. Her nipples tightened into hard peaks under his gaze.

“We’ll hear them, or they’ll hear us and stay away. Wolves are polite like that.” He tugged on her shorts until they slid down her legs, his gaze tracked their progress.

Macey shed her panties. Her clothes now scattered about. Usually there was a bed, or a sofa or a car involved. This was a little cruder. Yet somehow more honest as neither of them was hiding what they were or the reasons they were here.

This time when they kissed there was nothing between them and only the forest around them. They could’ve been the only two people in the world. She ran her hand along his cock, feeling the thickness in her hand, then brushed her fingers over the smooth head.

He groaned and nipped at her shoulder as his hand slid between her legs.

His touch was slick, her pussy already wet as though she’d never been so hot in her life. It was the night and the run. She tried to remember the warnings about getting too caught up, but she’d never wanted anyone as much as Owen.

He pressed his fingers into her, and she rocked her hips, needing more than his fingers. She pushed him to the ground, and he didn’t resist as she straddled his hips. His eyes were dark as he tugged her closer for another sharp kiss. She tried not to cut him, but he didn’t seem to care. Which only made her hungrier for another taste.

Macey lowered her hips to his. His cock slid between the lips of her pussy as she moved. That is what she needed. She lifted up slightly, and he angled his cock so she could sink onto him. She shuddered with pleasure at the stretch and feeling of fullness. Her body felt like it had been waiting forever for this moment. His fingers dug into her hips as she rode him. Needing more she rubbed her clit, and he watched for a moment before covering her hand with his as he thrust hard. Their skin slapped together, and their breathing quickened.

Her breath caught as her climax swept through her. The ripples continued with every touch. He closed his eyes and gave a low growl as he came.

For several heartbeats neither of them moved. She didn’t want to be the first to break the spell. It had been the run, tangling with hope and a memory. Nothing more.

With a sigh she leaned forward and kissed him softly. He smiled and opened his eyes, and for a few seconds she basked in the warmth of his gaze. But then his smile became a little less certain, as though he realized what they’d done.

She didn’t want this to be over, but it was and the heat in his eyes would turn cold too soon.

“I should dress.” Her skin cooled. The lust and sweat evaporating far too quickly even though the taste of his blood was still on her tongue.

“Yeah.” But he didn’t let go. “I’ll walk you back, as a wolf.”

There would be no more running together.

She hated her life.

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