Page 80 of Dark Wolf Soul
Our driver waits, parked at the curb just like I instructed him to be when we arrived. Not that I’d planned on taking her to bed, exactly, but I know from experience with my father’s parties that Lexi wouldn’t want to stay beyond the point of fulfilling our duty. I climb in behind her, getting a face full of ass before she sits on the far side to make room for me. It takes all my control not to shove her face-first into the backseat and pull her dress up so I can bury my face in her right here.
The image of it causes a hungry growl to slip free from my throat. But it’s the look Lexi gives me in response that makes it impossible not to touch her. As the driver comes around, I grab her around the neck and pull her in, claiming her mouth once more. She tastes deliciously sweet—a flavor that’s already an addiction and a weakness I plan to give in to again and again.
My hands explore, roaming the fabric of her dress and delving beneath it to skim over the curve of her breasts.
Still, my desire for her rages, and I know it’s more than just human lust I feel. My wolf wants her too, even if he can’t say so at this moment. He’s wanted her since the moment he laid eyes on her in that club. And tonight, I’m done questioning or resisting it.
Pulling my jacket off, I drape it over her legs. Lips swollen from my kiss, she looks at me questioningly but doesn’t argue. Moving my hand beneath the fabric, I find the slit in her dress and slip my hand between her legs. My fingertips run along her smooth, silky thighs, and she shivers.
I lean in close to her ear and whisper, “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight, princess?”
“You—Oh.”
She bites her lip as my fingers slip beneath the flimsy fabric of her panties and find her folds, teasing her and running over her clit until she squirms in her seat.
Yes. Squirm for me. Move for me. Come for me.
“Have I told you that you look stunning?” I go on, enjoying the way my compliments seem to make her more desperate for me.
“You haven’t,” she whispers, breathless as she grips my shirt like it’s a life raft.
Rather than rescue her, I slide a finger inside her, and she gasps. Her wetness makes my cock harden instantly.
“Sshh,” I tell her.
I can’t help but grin at the way she glares at me. Slowly, I slide my finger out of her and tease her wetness again, but she whimpers at the loss, rocking her hips to meet me all while her shimmering gaze silently pleads for more.
“You were exactly what I needed you to be tonight,” I tell her quietly. “Perfectly poised. Charming. Gorgeous. Lovely.” With every word, I pump my finger in and out of her hot, wet pussy. Then, I drop my voice as I add, “Sexy. Delicious. Dessert.”
“Grey,” she says, a whispered plea.
I grin, sliding out long enough to add another finger. “Yes?”
“Yes,” she confirms, already half-moaning.
I swallow her sounds with a kiss, pumping in and out of her beneath the jacket still draped across her lap. She moves against me, meeting me, and I can feel her walls squeezing around me as her pleasure builds.
The driver turns the radio up, but I can’t bring myself to give two shits that he knows what’s going on. All that matters or exists in this moment is her. Pleasing her. Touching her. Having her come apart for me—finally.
Kissing a trail along her jaw to her ear, I whisper, “I’m going to fuck you just like this when we get home. Except I’ll have you naked by then. And I’ll bury my cock inside you until you scream.”
She squeezes around me, her lips parting, and my cock twitches at the thought of being inside her as she closes around me. As she comes.
Almost home, I tell myself, finally noticing the city outside the window as we speed along its streets.
“Almost there, princess,” I whisper, knowing full well she’s not lasting the drive.
When she comes for me, I swallow her sounds with a kiss.
26
LEXI
My orgasm sends me soaring, and by the time I’ve finally managed to bring myself down to Earth again, the car is slowing in front of Grey’s building, and the driver is coming around to open my door. I look at Grey, who still watches me with a devious sort of delight—clearly enjoying the way he’s sent me reeling with his magic fingers—but he only grins and waits for me to collect myself.
“You’re evil,” I say.
He laughs. “You have no idea.”
