Page 20 of The Wolf's Appetite
I lifted her off her feet with a growl, backing her into the nearest wall. Her legs wrapped around my waist like instinct–likeneed–and I pressed my hips to hers, grinding hard enough to draw a gasp from her throat.
Her pussy heated against me… I felt it even through our clothes, and it made my hard cock throb.
This had to be real. She had to be my fated mate. I’d never felt desire or lust, never had a fuckingerection. I wasn’t made to feel these things unless I found the one being meant to be mine. And yet, my wolf was silent.
It was infuriating and fucking frustrating.
She moaned again, pulling me from my inner thoughts.
“I’m so wet,” she murmured, and I wondered if she realized she’d said that out loud. It was fucking hot as hell.
I let my hand slide down the curve of her thigh, gripping hard enough to leave marks, then up—higher and inward—until my palm pressed between her legs.
Gods. Even through her clothing, I felt how soaked she was.
And it wasfor me.
“Aisling,” I groaned against her neck, my voice raw and ruined. “Ye smell like fucking God sent ye just for me.” I inhaled deeply, scenting her. Her arousal was sweet.
She whimpered as I rubbed slow circles over her pussy, wishing she was bare so I could feel how hot and slick she really was for me.
I felt the outline of her lips beneath her pants andpanties. My cock strained painfully against my pants and still… no wolf. Not even a whisper.
Onlyme. Just human. Mortal. And wanting her like a fucking fiend.
But then—a flicker. A pulse. Faint. Gone before I could hold on to it. Was it my beast? My other half? Or just my imagination?
I pressed harder, then, without thinking and justneeding, I set her down enough to tear away at her pants and panties. And gods help the both of us… she let me.
I had Aisling back in my arms and pressed to the wall seconds later. I slid my fingers between her thighs and finally touched bare, silken heat.
Her breath hitched, her forehead falling to my shoulder as I teased her entrance. Fuck. She was tight. Hot. And so damn drenched for me.
Perfect.
I wasn’t going to survive this.
“I canna—” Her voice trembled. “Lennox…”
I stilled. “Do ye want me tae stop?”
She lifted her face. Her eyes—those expressive and beautiful as hell eyes—were wild and glassy withneed.
“No. Ne’er,” she whispered. “I just… I donna understand what this is. I donna understand what I’m feeling,” she admitted.
“Neither do I,” I rasped, resting my head against herforehead. “But I canna stay away from ye, Aisling. I tried. IsworeI’d keep my distance.”
Her hips rolled against my hand. I knew what my female needed, and every part of me wanted to give her everything.
“I donna want ye tae stay away,” she whispered. “It feels wrong.”
I closed my eyes, my body shaking as I started moving my fingers between her legs again, rubbing gentle circles over her slick pussy lips, my motions slow and thorough.
She gasped and buried her cry into my neck, and I felt every part of me tense at how good that felt. I watched the way her body arched, how she trembled against me, and how every inch of her skin seemed to be made to melt beneath my hands.
And gods, I loved it.
IlovedAisling coming undone in my arms. I’d never felt anything like it, and I knew I never would again.With anyone else.
