Page 135 of Ice Wolf
“A date?” Her grin sent a thrill through me. “You mean like to get married?”
“Yeah, why not?” As her grin turned salacious, the lust rolled through me like a tidal wave.
“When are you thinking?”
“Well, how about August? That way we could get in a little honeymoon before you are hot and heavy with practice for the new season.”
“Hmmm…” I breathed and brushed my lips across hers. “Not a bad idea. Are you certain you can handle a furry mate?”
“I still haven’t seen you shift.”
“You really want to see that?”
“Why not? I’ve seen everything else. Every inch of your handsome body. I think I deserve to discover the rest.”
“I’ll think about it. But only if you’re a very good girl.” I captured her mouth, holding her lips in place. When I opened them slowly, she moaned. The sound could easily drive me crazy. I crushed my weight against her and she rolled her hand over my shoulder.
The fire between us was red-hot, so much so I considered dragging her into the pool house and having my way with her.
“Ahem. Get a room,” Steven said from behind us.
I threw my arm back, giving him the middle finger.
He laughed but stood right where he was. “Mother is asking for you. Act happy when she formally announces Lily as being part of the family.”
As I pulled away, both Lily and I took a deep breath.
“You promised me,” she breathed. Her gaze lingered suspiciously for a few seconds before highlighting her incredible acting skills. Her smile was radiant.
“You should learn my mother is incorrigible.”
“Just like her son. But I’ll eventually tame you. If it takes me the rest of my life.”
As she slipped away, I looked over my shoulder, watching the way she walked.
With my cock throbbing.
My balls tightening.
And my lust increasing.
Maybe my father was right after all. Opposites made the best mates.
Lily
The anger continued to spiral as I pulled into the parking lot. I’d avoided Damien’s calls and his texts, but his last message had been a clear threat.
Now I was pissed.
He’d all but told me he’d ruin my life if I didn’t meet him.
I’d lied so I could get away from Saint. The man took possessive to a level I’d once hated but now adored. Still, I couldn’t tell him I was headed to a clandestine meeting of my ex after being threatened by the son of a bitch. It had been two months since I’d seen the bastard. What the hell did he want with me?
Why did I have a sinking suspicion it had everything to do with Saint and my fake but now not so fake relationship?
I steeled both my nerves and my shoulders as I exited my vehicle. I’d refused to meet him at a bar or a coffee shop, insisting on his office. The last thing I needed was for someoneto photograph me and get the wrong idea. As it was, I’d taken backroads, continuously glancing in the rearview mirror to ensure I hadn’t been followed.
He was leaning against a vehicle. From the looks of it, a new high dollar Mercedes. For all the wrong reasons, I hated him for it. He’d dumped me for the perfect catch and was standing in a new smartly fitted suit with a smug look on his face.
