Page 47 of Wolf Trap

His face softened. “I’m sorry I’ve been so flaky. I’ve felt a wreck. This magic in my veins, how I feel about you.” He glanced away, wide-eyed. I’m afraid that I’ll hurt you… kill you. I know I said I hoped that the blood I drank from Adara’s werewolf combined with your magic would be enough to stop them from possessing me, but what if it isn’t? Clearly, they don’t want you or I dead, so what do they want? All I know is that I’ve waitedcenturies for you. Let’s look out for each other, hand in hand. Perhaps we’ll both be stronger together?”

My eyes locked on his. Wrapping my arms around his muscular body, I looked up. His eyes glanced at my lips, and I on his.

A rush of energy bottled through us as he bent down, his lips soft, his kiss demanding.

His voice was hoarse when he said, “I want you, need you.”

I matched his energy, my body yearning for him. Surrendering to him.

Did I mention I was a fool? I knew I could regret this, but then again, if I gave him the push now, I’d regret that. I don’t know, maybe it was the vampire’s influence. Or maybe tomorrow we could be in Hell…

His hands slipped over my back, pulling me into him. I pulled him closer.

“Trust is a valuable thing…” I muttered.

“Once gone, it’s gone forever. I know. You have me now. Fully. Even death won’t part us.”

And I wanted to believe him. My body certainly did. He pushed me on the bed, then leaned away, pulling open the bedside cabinet.

“Protection.” He grinned as he pulled out a box of condoms. “No more wolf packs!”

“Just one big bad wolf?”

He winked and almost tore off his T-shirt. I sat up, unzipping his jeans as his hands swept back my hair. As I pulled down his pants, he was certainly ready. As I went to take him into my mouth, he edged me back gently.

“As much as I love it when you do that, I just need to be inside you. I ache for you. Come here.”

He grabbed my jumper and tugged it away. I took off my T-shirt, then leaned forward to take off my boots.

“No, let me. Lie back. I want to see you, all of you.”

I laughed, a little too loud, embarrassed. He undid my boots, stumbled, realising he should take his off first. His jeans pooled around his ankles.

Stripping off his boots and pants, he flung mine away, then snatched at my shorts, whisking them beside us.

“I see. Started without me?” He grinned.

I moved back on my elbows as he lifted himself over me, then he sat back on his heels. Nathaniel was right. Lycaon was big. I said a silent note of gratitude for that. Holy moly.

Slipping on the condom, his face wrinkled as he read the packet.

“Banana flavour? Hum… next time?”

My smile made me feel like an idiot, my thighs wet with anticipation for him. Thrumming through my core, aching for him.

He grinned, slowly placing his muscled body on mine, his cock sliding, teasing between my legs as his hand trailed down.

Kissing me greedily, panting. “You’re so wet, I want you…”

“Lycaon…”

“Hum?”

“I want you. Now.”

All my fears, my worry, vanished.

His hand moved up, tracing my breasts, sending a thousand ripples of sensations through me. Lifting up to his hips, I felt him slowly ease into me, my legs widening, yearning. So hard as he slipped inside me, throbbing.

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