Chapter 15-1
.Chapter 15-1
Simone
Clam
His words sent heat racing through my entire body, pooling low in my belly in a way I’d never experienced before. The raw hunger in his voice, the way his red eyes burned as he looked at me-
it was intoxicating.
“That’s quite a promise,” I managed to say, though my voice came out breathier than I intended.
“It’s not a promise, little wolf,” he growled, his thumb still tracing my lower lip. “It’s a fact.”
The possessive tone in his voice should have annoyed me. I was a strong, independent woman who didn’t need any man claiming ownership over her. But instead of irritation, all I felt was a rush of arousal that made my thighs clench together.
“And what makes you think I want that?” I challenged, though we both knew it was a lie. The scent of my arousal was probably filling the cave by now.
He leaned closer, his lips barely brushing my ear. “Because you’re looking at me like you want to devour me whole, and your scent is telling me exactly how wet you are.”
Damn lycans and their enhanced senses.
I swallowed hard. My breath caught when he pressed his mouth to my throat. The scrape of his
teeth wasn’t gentle. It made my whole body jolt.
He dragged his tongue slowly along the skin below my ear, like he was tasting what already belonged to him. “I want every inch of you under me. I want you shaking and soaked while I bury my c**k inside you so deep you won’t know where you end and I begin. So deep inside you that you forget every other man who’s ever existed.”
My heart kicked against my ribs. I felt feverish. Like I could come undone from just his words.
“There haven’t been any other men,” I blurted out before I could stop myself.
His whole body went still. “Say that again.”
Heat flooded my cheeks. “I said there haven’t been any other men… You’d be my first.”
The groan that came from him was feral. His eyes turned molten, like he was about to rip me open
and devour what was inside. Shit, I could see his control hanging by a thread.
“Fucking hell, Simone,” he muttered, breath ragged. “You’ve been untouched this whole time?”
“Is that a problem?” I asked, suddenly self-conscious.
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Clair
“Problem?” He laughed, but it was a dark, possessive sound. “Simone, the thought that I’ll be the only man to ever have you is driving my lycan absolutely wild. He wants to claim you, mark you, make sure no other male ever even thinks about touching what’s ours.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” I whispered.
That was all the invitation he needed.
His mouth crashed down on mine with years of pent-up hunger behind it. The kiss was desperate,
consuming, and absolutely perfect. My hands fisted his bun to untie it, his long hair falling around
us as his tongue swept into my mouth, claiming and demanding, and I melted against him.
I yanked at his shirt, desperate to feel more of him, and he laughed low in his chest, deep and
vibrating.
“Fuckkk,” he growled against my lips. “You taste even better than I imagined.”
When had he been imagining what I tasted like?
His hands roamed over my body, mapping every curve through the clothes he’d given me. When his fingers found the hem of the oversized shirt, he paused.
“Can I?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.
I nodded, not trusting my voice, and he slowly pulled the shirt over my head. His eyes raked over my exposed skin, and I felt beautiful under his hungry gaze.
“Goddamn perfect,” he murmured, his hands skimming up my ribs to cup my breasts. When his thumbs brushed over my n*****s, I arched into his touch with a gasp.
“So responsive,” he praised, leaning down to take one peaked n****e into his mouth.
The sensation shot straight to my core, making me cry out. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud while his hand worked the other breast, and I was already trembling with need.
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