Page 49 of Ice Wolf
Saint was the epitome of a bad boy, his chest and arms covered in wild ink from a dagger cutting through a rose to a dragon on his shoulder. I not only wanted to trace every incredible design with my finger, but also craved doing so with my tongue.
“You like what you see, Lily flower?”
“Uh-huh.” There was no chance of putting together a coherent sentence. To annoy or tease me, he flexed his muscles and you bet my mouth watered.
He swept his gaze down to my bare feet as another wave of heat coursed all through my body. I’d never felt like molten lava before. His shirt slipped through my fingers and I had a sudden urge to lick the few spots of sauce from his neck and chin.
When my body reacted involuntarily and suddenly that’s exactly what I was doing, he laughed in a dark way that created goosebumps down my arms.
“Take all you want, baby.”
I licked from one side of his jaw to the other as I rolled my hands over his broad shoulders. When I scratched my nails down his back, he laughed softly. And yes, I indulged myself by dragging my tongue around the wing of the dragon.
He shuddered in response, which added to the explosive shivers keeping my legs quivering.
“You’re a wild one. Aren’t you, my little librarian? Too bad you aren’t wearing a braid.”
Instead of feeling self-conscious, his words made me feel even sexier. “Maybe next time if you’re a good boy.” Even the taste of his skin was divine.
“Fucking beautiful,” he muttered as he eased me back to the floor, cupping both breasts.
The formerly unwanted girl had never felt so beautiful in her life. I continued to take raspy breaths as he flicked his thumbs across my nipples. The second he dropped his head, I threw mine back, forced to grip his arms.
He wasn’t into patience and I’d doubted he knew much about foreplay, but with a single swipe of his tongue around my nipple, I was floating on air.
There was little I could do but try to control my breathing since the stars floating in front of my eyes were making it impossible to see clearly. He shifted his attention to my other hardened bud and almost immediately my pussy clenched and released. I could swear the man had some strange power over me.
I wasn’t just in his clutches, incapable of fighting to get away if I wanted to, I was lost in the man in an egregious way. He sucked on my nipple, biting down every few seconds until there was a toxic chemical of pain and pleasure that I could enjoy for hours. I’d certainly never wanted a man to dominate me before in any way, but this was… delicious.
He rolled his lips to my other taut bud, repeating the move, licking then biting until I dug my nails into his arms.
“Holy… shit.” I laughed hearing my exclamation and for being a bit of a bad girl, I was rewarded with another softer growl. The sound reverberated in my ears.
Before he lifted his head, he mimicked my earlier actions by swirling his tongue through the sauce. Every murmur was obscene, every breath he issued bordering animalistic. Right now, if he was a shifter, I was all for it.
When he finally pulled away, I lowered my head, blinking to try to focus. His eyes were dilated, so blue they almost glowed in shades of ice blue neon. His chest rose and fell from his labored breathing. He took another step away, wiping his mouth as if determining what to do with me. His upper lip curled and he took a step around me, raking his arm across my small dining room table that served as the place I dumped my mail and kept a bottle of nail polish alongside a basket of fruit and the book I’d been reading.
The title? Embarrassingly enough,A Dominant Man. I sensed his eyes briefly landed on the paperback. This time, there was no embarrassment on my part even if I’d likely hear about this later. He was the kind of man to hold things over my head to get what he wanted.
He was also the kind of man to carry me from the restaurant, snarling at anyone who even tried to get in our way before gently placing me in the passenger seat of his car. I’d been in and out, the panic spell creating a dull haze around my mind. But I’d been cognizant enough to hear him tell a couple of people off who’d tried to get an autograph while I’d been in his arms.
He’d made it very clear no one should push him.
That’s when filthy images of him being a shifter had entered my mind. Nothing terrifying. Only sexual in nature. What kind of woman did that make me?
Did I care? Much like Saint, I did not. At least not right now.
The clanging noise dragged my attention back to reality. Apples were still bounding across the floor, my perfectly green bananas no doubt covered in brown spots. And what about my lovely navel orange?
After issuing another grunt, he pitched me onto the table, immediately sliding his fingers under the thin elastic of my thong. I concentrated on the rise and fall of his chest as he rolled the lacy material over my hips. While he licked his lush lips, all I could think about was the fact he was licking his chops.
How strange was that?
As he pulled my legs free, he took a deep breath. The growls coming from the man seemed to be endless. Soon, he’d be howling at the moon.
A soft laugh escaped, giving away my ridiculous thoughts. He pinned his heated gaze on my face before lifting my legs, bending them at the knee and pushing them against the table. When he yanked a chair into his hand, ceremoniously slamming it down just in front of me, a hint of shame kicked in.
But he wasn’t giving me time to rest on my laurels or change my mind, thumping down on the seat and dropping his head in record time. The moment he pressed his lips to my clit, I was certain I’d died and gone to heaven.
