“Didn’t think so.” She’d watched him transform to wolf one time. The process had been quick and painful to watch, but the result… His wolf form had astounded her.
His lips caressed the side of her neck making her body constrict with lust. She couldn’t think with him this close—touching her. “Maybe you should go back to the other side of the room.”
“Is that really what you want?”
“No.”
When he licked the side of throat, she moaned and blindly reached for him. He kissed and nibbled his way down to her shoulder, but when his teeth grazed her collarbone, she jerked away. “No, don’t, Conor. Please. No teeth.” She knew how lycanosapiens were created. Bite and blood. He’d explained the process to her all those years ago, and while she knew she wanted to wrap herself in the warmth of his body, she didn’t want to commit beyond the moment.
“I won’t,” he panted.
“Promise me.”
“I promise.” He kissed her shoulder. “Not without your permission.”
Anna laced her fingers into his hair, allowing his green eyes to drink her in. “Oh Conor. I feel like we’ve waited forever.”
“We have.” He closed the distance between them, burying her mouth with his own. His lips parted, making room for her tongue as they sipped and drank the passion already blazing between them.
In all her years, even when she’d been healthy, Anna had never felt so alive.
