I looked down at the giant, unmissable tent. So did she, and another rush of her desire hit my nose. I groaned.
“In a I’m-going-to-fuck-you-if-you-keep-looking-at-me-like-that kind of way.”
She inhaled sharply at my words. “And what if I want you to?” Her voice turned husky and drenched with need.
“Fuck. How the hell am I supposed to be a gentleman when you say things like that?” I shifted, shoving her back down onto the bed and caging her body with mine. I wanted to gauge her reaction and to give her a chance to back out before the scent of my mate’s need demanded I do something about it.
She wrapped her arms around me. “Who says I want you to be a gentleman?”
Her legs locked around my hips, pulling me flush against her. The low, breathy sound she made went straight to my cock, ripping through every ounce of restraint I had left. I slammed my mouth over hers, and she kissed me back, a mess of tongue and lips, her fingers clawing at my chest, trying to pull me closer until there was no space between us.
It was raw and primal, and the beast inside reveled at my mate’s reaction to us. She might not know yet that she was my mate, but her body did.
“Oh god, I’m burning up,” she moaned when I finally dragged my mouth from hers. “What’s happening to me?”
“I’ll help ease your need,” I growled, dragging my mouth away from hers. “Just say the word.”
“Yes,” she hissed. “Please. I want you.”
Fuck! That was so fucking sexy.
I shoved the sleep shirt I’d let her borrow up, then yanked it over her head before kissing every inch of exposed skin. She arched into me, breaths shallow as I palmed her breast, my thumb circling until her nipple tightened into a little bud. I kissed my way down her throat and collarbone so I could pluck the sensitive bud with my lips, and swirl my tongue over it, mimicking what I’d do very soon to her clit.
God, she was so sweet, so needy, and so unmistakably, irrefutably mine. I ground against her, letting her feel how hard I was, how much I needed her.
She moaned, hips lifting, begging with a whimpered, “Yes!”
“You feel that?” I rasped. “That’s what you do to me. You make me want to fuck you.”
Her nails bit into my back. “Then do it.”
“Not yet, my love. I want to taste you first.”
The truth was, I couldn’t fuck her yet. Not until she knew what I was.
Unlike most wolf shifters who could choose not to knot with their partners when they were shifted fully into their human forms, I had no such liberty. Plus, I didn’t have another form, and I didn’t know how far the camouflage extended. What if I lost control and the illusion dropped while we were locked together, and she saw what I was for the first time?
I had to show her soon, but not like that.
However, that didn’t mean I couldn’t have her coming all over my face.
I slid my hand between her thighs, fingers teasing over the scrap of fabric that covered her pussy. She was soaked. I groaned, pressing my forehead to hers.
“You’re so wet for me.”
As I kissed my way down her body, I teased her with slow, deliberate strokes until she was writhing beneath me, hips lifting, breath coming in broken gasps. Her underwear quickly ended up on the floor. Grabbing her knees, I tossed them over my shoulders to expose her sex. I circled her clit with my tongue once before moving lower to spear into her channel.
Her hips moved, grinding on my face as I tongue-fucked her. I found her clit with my thumb and rubbed in small, tight circles that only grew tighter as her thighs squeezed around my head. Her voice came in broken gasps, right before she suddenly froze. Her channel clenched around my tongue, and she bucked, mouth open in a silent cry.
Chapter 7
Ella
Myworldwasstilltrying to put itself together when Axel crawled back up my body.
The sheets were twisted beneath me as I turned my head, catching the edge of his jaw with my kisses, my heart still thudding like I’d run a mile.
He looked down at me like he was trying to memorize the moment. Like he’d never seen anything he wanted more.
