Page 41 of Shifting Fate
His eyes were framed with thick black liner, which drew my attention to the dewy shimmer on his cheekbones. His lips were glossy pink, matching the almost-delicate look of his bubblegum pink and aqua eyeshadow. He pulled off the pastel prince look well.
Planting one hand flat on my chest, he leaned up to steal a kiss. “Mmm, smells yummy,” he murmured, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if he was talking about me or the Thai-inspired stir fry I’d made for dinner. He brushed past me into the house. I licked my bottom lip, tasting the unmistakable flavor of cherry lipgloss.
God, he was so fucking gorgeous—and he was mine. I truly was an idiot.
I bit the inside of my cheek and closed the door, then followed him into the kitchen. He’d already made himself at home, lounging in one of the kitchen chairs with one knee crossed over the other. His fingers played with the zipper on his boots, which had a killer heel.
“Nice boots,” I drawled, and he smirked.
“Oh, darling, I know.” His brown eyes glittered with mischief. “Not that I plan on wearing them for long.” He winked. “What’s for dinner? It smells amazing—and you bought wine? A man after my own heart.”
I chuckled. “Chicken and vegetable stir fry with peanut noodles. You can thank Tristram for the wine.”
“Hmm, maybe I should be dating Tristram.”
My wolf grumbled, but I ignored him. I quirked a brow. “Oh, so we’re dating now?”
Dallon batted his lashes at me. “I mean, youhavebeen courting me with gifts, so yes, I’d say we’re officially dating. Unless you have objections?”
This time, I did growl. Threading my fingers through his vivid purple hair, I tugged his face up to mine. “No objections,” I promised, sealing it with a kiss. Dallon let out a happy sigh in response and my heart kicked. I wasn’t letting him get away a second time. Not when he tasted so damn good.
I plated our food and served it with two long-stemmed glasses of sweet red wine, then joined him at the table. I watched him, unabashed, as he swirled some of the peanut noodles around his fork, then speared a chunk of chicken breast. I wanted to see him take his first bite, wanting to know if he liked it.
The soft moan he released as he chewed went straight to my dick. I had to suppress a groan of my own as Dallon practically had an orgasm from across the table. All of a sudden, my jeans were almost uncomfortably tight.
“Good?” I asked.
He licked his lips, but his eyes pinned me in place, halting the breath in my lungs. “Delicious, but I can’t wait for dessert.” He winked and took a sip of his wine.
We chatted while we ate, just like old times. With every minute spent in Dallon’s presence, the nerves melted away.
“That was wonderful.” Dallon swiped his finger through the peanut sauce on his plate, then popped it into his mouth. I zeroed in on his plump lips wrapping around the slim digit as he sucked. Our eyes locked. My breath clogged somewhere between my lungs and my throat, making it impossible to breathe.
I wanted him—his mouth, his hands, his skin, his cock. I wanted all of him, and by the rumbling growl of my inner-beast, he wanted Dallon too.
“Dallon.” My hands fisted over the table.
“Hmm?” He shot me an angelic smile, but I knew it was anything but.
“You’re killing me,” I managed to utter.
“Maybe that’s why they call orgasmslittle deaths?”He leaned forwards, both of his elbows resting on the tabletop. He raised a single brow. “I think I’m ready for dessert.”
My dick twitched in my pants, pressing against the zipper of my fly. I swallowed and stood. I gathered up our dirty dishes, but they didn’t go much farther than the sink basin, because in moments, Dallon had me pressed up against the counter.
His hands cupped my sides, then slid around to delve beneath the fabric of my shirt. His long fingers danced over my skin, graceful and deft, and when he brushed the pads of his thumbs over my nipples, I groaned.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you,” he breathed out, nuzzling his nose into the hair at the nape of my neck. I could feel the short little inhalations as he scented me, and I shivered. Dallon ran his hands over my abdomen, like he was perfectly happy to explore every last square inch of skin.
But I wasn’t.
I twisted around so our chests were flush. His dark eyes were half-lidded and swirling with desire. I skated my fingers down his sides and caught him by the hips, only to pull him closer. Our bodies aligned perfectly, and I could feel how hard he was in those leather pants. Growling, I ground myself against him, loving the friction, the tension and the spark.
“Ari,” he began, but I stole his words—and his breath—away with a hungry kiss. He whimpered deep in his throat, so I swallowed that too. I plundered his mouth like it would be the last time I’d ever taste his sweetness on my lips, and he melted into me.
I pulled back, breathing hard. “Fuck.”
“Yes, please,” he moaned. “Any way you like, just god, please.”
