Page 27 of The Wolf's Appetite
“Good,” I breathed, and he groaned, his entire body so hard and tense.
And then I was the one breaking the kiss and pushing my pants and panties down. I smelled my musky arousal, my face heating because Lennox’s nostrils flared as he took in that same scent.
“My wee mate,” he growled to himself, and I could have cried for how powerful that last word was.
He was in front of me once more, tearing at my shirt until I stood before him nude and aching. He stared at every inch of my body with hungry eyes.
He cursed again, leaning his forehead against mine. “I’ve been waiting an eternity for ye.”
I clutched at him, needing more. Needing everything.
He groaned and lifted me, my legs wrapping around his hips as he carried me across the room. I felt how hard he was for me, his erection thick and throbbing and all for me. He set me in the center of the bed like Iwas something precious and breakable, but the heat in his gaze promised I’d be treated like anything but.
But I didn’t want sweet and gentle. I wanted to be torn apart in the best way by this Lycan male.
By my mate.
I wanted to be the reason his wolf came back. Even if it destroyed me.
16
LENNOX
The air in the room thickened with something unspoken.Our bond, a deep voice whispered in my head.
Aisling lay on the bed, her blonde hair catching the dim light from the fireplace, her curvy frame outlined in the soft glow. Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked at me with wide, uncertain eyes. I could see the pulse in her neck fluttering rapidly from her nervousness.
“Lennox,” she whispered, her voice trembling, her gloriously naked body ready for me. I scented her wetness, saw it glisten as it coated her inner thighs.
My wee mate was ready for me, primed for what only I could give her.
Wolf or not, I was going to claim her tonight.
“Fated mates,” she whispered, awe laced in her voice.
“Mine,” I replied, my voice distorted from my need.
I stepped closer, my boots silent on the rug-covered stone floor. My wolf was silent, muted by the witch’s spell, but my body still hummed with need.
I had no proof aside from the spoken words, but how I felt, what I felt toward Aisling, told me the truth and my reality.
I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in her scent, one that was sweet like honey and vanilla and floral like wild lavender. Every nerve and cell in me screamed to touch her. To kiss her. To lick her.To claim her.
Her breath faltered as I reached out, my fingers brushing against her cheek. She was so damn soft. She leaned into my touch, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me. My cock throbbed incessantly, the tip leaking pre-cum and soaking my pants.
I cupped her face, tilting it up, so she was forced to stare into my eyes, her long blonde hair spreading across the dark duvet covering the bed. Her lips parted slightly in anticipation.
I didn’t wait. I couldn’t. I placed a knee on the mattress at the same time I gripped her nape and pulled her toward me. My mouth crashed into hers, andshe gasped into me, her hands flying to my chest to clutch at my shirt.
The kiss was anything but gentle—it was hungry, desperate, and full of all the pent-up desire we’d been too afraid to act upon. All I felt was mindless passion, and I yearned to take her when my wolf was back, when everything would be heightened to the nth degree and we could fully let ourselves go.
Her lips were sweet and yielding, and I deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue against hers in a slow, sensual rhythm. Aisling moaned, and the sound went straight to my cock, causing the thick, hard length to throb.
I pulled her closer, one hand sliding down to grip her bare hip. Her body was lush, curves that made my fingers itch to explore every part of her. I broke the kiss, my breathing ragged, and trailed my lips down her jawline to her neck.
“Ye’re fucking perfect,” I murmured against her skin, kissing a path to the hollow of her throat. “Every single part of ye was made for me, Aisling.” My body tightened, shaking with desire. “I ne’er dreamed this would be my life. I was war-hungry, a male wanting tae fight. I dinna think about how I’d feel about finding my mate.” I pulled back and stared into her eyes, feeling the world shift beneath me. “But everything is different now. I’mforever changed. Ye’re what I care about. Ye’re what’s important now. No matter what.”
Her breathing was erratic, her pupils blown from her pleasure and need for me. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as I nipped gently at her collarbone. She whimpered, her body arching into mine, her skin flushing.
