She needed to touch him, but as her fingers fumbled with the ties of his pants, he caught her wrists, halting her movements. A quiet click of his tongue followed.
“Not yet, my lady,” he rasped. A frustrated whimper left her, but then his mouth brushed her ear. “I’ve been dying to touch you,” he admitted, and before she could form a response, his hand drifted lower, tracing gentle circles down her stomach.
She gasped as his fingers found her, pressing precisely where she craved him most. The sensation was exquisite and tortuous. Instinctively, she rocked into his touch, drawing an approving growl from him.
When she bit back a moan, he gently pried her hand away from her mouth. “I want to hear you.”
Her head tilted back as his touch grew firmer, his thumb rolling against that perfect, sensitive spot. He kissed his way down her stomach, his teeth grazing lightly against her skin.
And then he pressed into her, a single finger sliding in with aching tenderness.
Her body clenched around him, another moan ripping free as she lifted her hips, begging him for more. She felt him smile against her skin, and just as she adjusted to the stretch, he added another finger, pushing deeper.
Her entire world tilted.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her body shuddering as he worked her, coaxing her higher with every precise stroke. His touch, his kiss—hewas unraveling her piece by piece, stripping her bare in every possible way.
She was already teetering on the edge, gasping, trembling, and gods save her, she never wanted him to stop.
“I love the scent of you.” He kissed her mouth again like he knew she was close. As his fingers worked deeper, his thumb discovered that sensitive place once more, a perfect pressure that tipped her into release.
A sharp, breathless moan tore from her lips, swallowed by his mouth as pleasure crashed through her. He didn’t stop, didn’t relent, guiding her through every wave, his fingers stroking until she trembled beneath him, completely spent.
He kissed her deeply, over and over, until her breathing slowed, and the shudders that wracked her body faded into a lingering hum of pleasure. But his eyes weren’t just laced with desire; it was something deeper, something that made her stomach tighten and her fingers twitch with the need to touch him again.
So she did.
Her hand found him through his pants, fingers tracing the rigid length beneath the leather. A sharp hiss escaped him, his body jerking into her palm as he clenched his jaw.
“Evelyne,” he groaned, his voice strained, wrecked.
She wanted to see him undone. To make him feel every ounce of what he’d just stirred in her. But,damn it, he had to return to his pack.
Her eyes widened. “Oh gods, I’m so sorry. You need to go!”
Reality came crashing back. The ritual. The wolves. They were waiting for him. She bolted upright, facing him in a panic. He, on the other hand, looked maddeningly unbothered. His dark brown eyes were calm… and a littletooamused.
“You have to go!” she insisted, flustered.
“I know,” he said with a lazy smile, yet made no move to leave. Instead, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “I’d much rather stay.”
She let out a breathless laugh and shook her head. “You're impossible.”
His smirk widened. Too confident, too handsome. It made her want to smack the grin off his face.
“Do you make a practice of this?” she asked, voice light and teasing. “Keep your pack waiting while you”—she waved a hand vaguely between them, cheeks flushing—“seduce someone?”
His brows lifted. “Do you really want the answer to that?”
Her stomach twisted. Of course he’d been with other women—he was an alpha, a powerful one. It was only natural.
“No,” he laughed softly. “I’ve never made them wait before.” He cupped her face. “But they will for you.”
Her heart fluttered as he kissed her again, deeper this time, his fingers tangling in her hair like he never wanted to let go.
Heavens above. He was going to ruin her.
When he pulled back, his tone softened. “And if you’re wondering how many women there have been… the number is far less than whatever wild story you’re imagining.”
