Page 7 of The Wolf and his Witch

Their gazes locked, and her breath quickened. He leaned in, hesitating mere inches from her, their breaths mingling. Her mouth suddenly as dry as the Mojave Desert, she licked her lips. With a groan, he bridged the gap.

Oh, Lordy…

Three years, and she had not forgotten the taste of him, the feel of him, nor the way his kisses set her on fire, stirring up long-denied emotions and memories of nights in his arms impossible to resist.

His tongue swiped the seam of her lips, and she parted them on a sigh. A deep rumble reverberated in his chest and the mental restraints that held her in place snapped, unable to contain the longing and the need that exploded in her chest. Sheflung her arms around his neck and pressed herself into him, feeling every hard plane, every muscle in his toned body and the evidence of his arousal poking her in the stomach. Lord, she’d missed this. Missed him.

He walked her backward until she hit the vanity, and he ground himself against her as his tongue plundered her mouth. How could she still want him after the way he’d left her? Lied to her? But she did. Oh God, she did. She rolled her hips, meeting his, hungry for his hot, hard cock.

With firm hands on her waist, he lifted her onto the vanity, spread her thighs and stepped between them. He broke away from her mouth to trail kisses down her throat. The scratch of his stubble, the moist flick of his tongue, those full lips—they undid her. They always had.

“God, Belle, I’ve been going crazy without you,” he whispered, his hot breath sending goosebumps across her skin.

She should stop him. They were in the High Priestess’ bathroom, for God’s sake.

Annabelle tilted her head and gave him greater access.I’ve missed you, too.

He tugged at the buttons on her cardigan, parting it. Confident, he didn’t tease or hesitate. Pushing the band of her bra up over her breasts, he cupped them with his large hands. Hands that knew what she liked, reminding her of what she’d been missing. He gave them a gentle squeeze and rubbed his thumbs across her turgid nipple. She shuddered, her core clenching on air and her thighs quivering against his sides.

“Belle.”

He dropped his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Heat shot straight to her clit and damn,she almost came. This. This is what she’d been searching for with every man who’d had the misfortune to grace her bed after Gabriel. None had ever come close to the way he could bring her body alive and haveher panting for him with barely a few touches. A kiss. A swirl of tongue around her nipple, a scrape of teeth, a slide of a hand along the sensitive underside of her breast, the heady aroma of his aftershave.

God, she was so close. He released her nipple, and cool air raced across her damp skin. She wrapped her legs around him and the inseam of her jeans met his rock-hard erection, and she moaned.

“You like that, Belle?”

Gabriel pulled her in tight, pressing her swollen bare breasts against his chest, the friction of his T-shirt against them exquisite. He ground into the V of her thighs, and her legs clenched tighter. He chuckled, low and dark, and rolled his hips again. And again, and again, setting up a steady rhythm. She clung to him, her body lost. No longer caring he’d left her. Or that he’d most likely leave her again. Right here, right now, in the downstairs bathroom of the High Priestess’ house, all she cared about was the pulsing heat between her legs desperate to be quenched.

His hot breath whispered over her lips. “Come for me, Belle.”

He gave one last grind of his hips, and her mouth dropped open in a silent scream. She exploded, her heels digging into his butt and her back arched. She rode the waves, her body quivering until spent, and she collapsed against him, her chest heaving. No other man had ever played her body as well as Gabriel. Neither before nor after.

The hardness of the vanity, and the unpleasant sensation of the brushed gold tapware digging into her hip, pulled her from her post-orgasmic stupor.

Annabelle released Gabriel and covered her face with her hands.

What the hell have I just done?

Chapter Four

Every cell in Gabriel’s body was attuned to the woman in his arms. His enhanced senses, his wolf and his hard-as-granite cock.Oui, it wanted in. He wanted to rip off her clothes, stretch her naked body out on the cold tiles and devour her. He wanted to sink into her wet heat, fuck her seven ways to Sunday until she forgave him. Until she told him she was his in every way. But as the pleasure from her orgasm faded, so, too, did Annabelle’s willingness to remain in his arms.

Her legs unclenched from around his hips, and she pushed against his chest, squirming in his hold. “Let me go.”

As much as his wolf rebelled, he did as she asked, stepping back and allowing her to slip off the vanity.

“Annabelle—”

“Don’t.”

She readjusted hersoutien-gorge—a delicate pink lace that cupped her beautiful breasts to perfection and made him want to sink his face between those glorious, creamy mounds.

“This…” She wouldn’t look at him as she buttoned up her cardigan. “It was a mistake. It shouldn’t have happened.” Her face was flushed, and her eyes were bright, but she pressed her lips into a thin line and tilted her chin up at him. “We have a job to do, and it doesn’t involve you fucking me and leaving again.”

She pushed past him, flicking the lock and opening the door. “Call the High Priestess when you’re ready to get down to actual business. Until then, I’ve got work to do.”

He reached for her, but she slipped out of the bathroom and slammed the door in his face.

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