A low rumble started in his chest. It was so animalistic that I fought the urge to climb that fae like a damn tree. “Tonight you can command me,” I whispered.
His eyes flared. “Kiss me.”
There was no hesitation as I lifted myself higher, pushing closer until my body was firmly against his. Len remained still, not touching as he watched me closely. When my lips pressed to his, he allowed me point three of a second to steer the direction of the kiss, then those rumbles from his chest spilled from his lips and filled the room.
His hands slid up my sides and buried in the long strands of my hair, tightening as he opened his mouth and deepened the kiss. Loosening my hold on his jacket, I attempted to run my hands down his body, but his energy wrapped around me, halting the touch.
“You come first,” he warned. “No touching until I have my fill of you. Until you scream.”
Holy gods.
The trembling in my body increased as my pussy throbbed. It had been a long time since I had sex—actually, the last time was with him—and I was fairly sure with Len’s skills I’d be screaming before he even finished this kiss.
“Undress,” he commanded as he released me, stepping back to watch.
The dress top was already sagging and loose from where he’d unstrapped me, so I easily slid it down my waist, wiggling to free myself of it completely. As the material fell to the floor around me, Len’s energy flared, and that was when my wolf pushed forward. I’d expected she wouldn’t be into his commanding attitude, but for some reason there was no antagonism in her power. If anything, she also wanted a piece of Len.
As wolfish energy filled the space, Len’s eyes grew hooded. “Down, pup,” he commanded. “She’s mine for tonight.”
I waited for the pushback from my wolf, but she just let out a low whimper that filled my head, and… well, fuck, sank back inside.
Looked like we were both ready to be commanded by this Faerie prince.
When her energy faded, Len’s gaze dragged across my skin as tension coiled deeper in my gut. My skin felt like it was on fire under his look, and I almost moaned just from that.
“Undress, Storm,” he said, smooth tones wrapping around me.
Shit, right. I was still standing there in underwear and heels.
The bra went first, aching and heavy breasts falling into their natural position. I’d had a baby, and even with shifter genetics they sat differently than they did in my early twenties, but I liked their curve. I also liked the flare of Len’s energy as he watched me.
Hooking my thumbs into the thong panties, I shimmied them down my legs until they pooled at my feet. As I stepped out of them, my heels made a soft thud on the floor.
“Heels?” I asked.
“Leave them,” Len said.
When he moved, I could have sworn the oxygen was expelled from the room. I struggled to fill my lungs. There was something about being naked and vulnerable while he was fully dressed that had my heart racing, but not in fear.
Turned out that maybe… just maybe, this was a kink I was into. I was about ready to fall at the fae’s feet and give myself over to him. As he moved closer, the throb in my clit picked up pace to a steady flicker, which had me desperate to press my fingers against it. But at the same time, I enjoyed the anticipation of what Len would do next.
Instinct told me that he would not leave me wanting.
In any way.
28
SAMANTHA
“You are the most beautiful fucking creature I’ve ever seen,” Len rumbled, shaking his head. “You are more than shifter and fae. I don’t know what themoreis, but there’s no other in the worlds like you.”
His words… the compliments, coated my skin, sending goose bumps across the surface, as my nipples pebbled hard. That throb between my thighs increased, along with a buildup of energy in my gut that grew stronger with each second. His hand traced across the tattoo on my right side. “I marked you with a wild wolf?”
“I believe so,” I whispered back, voice husky. “When we were together.”
As he touched the lycanthropic beast, the colors and patterns started to swirl and move against his energy. “Definitely of magical origins,” he said. “I have given my brothers similar tattoos, but I don’t remember this one.”
His touch grew firmer, as if he were stroking the beast and me all in one slide, and I fought down the groan. The anticipation of the moment he allowed me to fall apart had me fucking panting.
