“You drive me mad, Mira.” His mouth broke from mine just long enough to get the words out, rough and wrecked against my jaw. “You make me lose my fucking temper. No one has ever...”
“Good.” I pulled him back by the hair. “You drive me just as nuts.”
Lucian’s hands slid from my hips to the backs of my thighs and he lifted me off the ground in one effortless pull. My legswrapped around his waist, ankles locking behind his back, and the position pressed every inch of me against every inch of him.
The hard ridge of his cock settled between my thighs and my entire body clenched.
“Shit…Lucian.” My head fell back. His name left my mouth as a moan, dragged out of me by the pressure and the heat. The way his fingers dug into the muscle of my thighs.
“Say it again.” His mouth dragged down my jaw, my neck, his teeth grazing the bruised skin of my throat with a possessiveness that made my spine arch off the bookshelf. “My name. Say it again.”
“Lucian.”Half moan, half breath.
His hips rolled against mine in response, the friction sent lightning crackling through my entire body. My fingers raked through his hair and pulled.
He groaned against my neck, the sound guttural and half-wolf, and ground into me again,harderthis time.Intentional.
A rhythm that made my vision blur and my thighs clench around his waist.
“Wanted to tame you.” His breath scorched my skin. His tongue traced the hollow of my throat, tasting, claiming, while his hands shoved the hem of my dress up my thighs. “Such a stubborn girl. Screaming at me with those eyes and that mouth and expecting me not to...”
“Not to what?” I rolled my hips down against him. Watched his jaw go slack and his eyes flutter shut, the gold beneath his lids burn brighter. “Not to lose control?”
“I don’t lose control.”
“You’re losing it right now.”
His gold eyes snapped open. The wolf staring out at me through the man’s face, and the intensity of it should have scared me. Instead, it made every nerve in my body burn brighter.
“Yes,” he said. “I am.”
I kissed him again. Open-mouthed, desperate, my teeth catching his lower lip and pulling. He snarled into the kiss, a sound that rumbled from his chest through mine, and his hands tightened on my thighs hard enough that I knew there’d be marks tomorrow.
Good. Iwantedthe marks.
His hips found a rhythm against mine, grinding me into the bookshelf with a pressure that was just enough and nowhere near enough at the same time. Each roll sent heat pooling lower and lower until I was panting against his mouth, my ankles digging into his back, pulling him closer, needing more contact, more friction, more ofhim.
“More,” I managed between kisses. “Lucian, more.”
“Careful.” His voice was wrecked, barely recognizable. His forehead pressed against mine, his breath coming in ragged pulls. “I might not stop, Mira.”
I don’t think I want him to stop.
Lucian’s mouth found mine again, hungrier this time, messier, all teeth and tongue and the taste of desperation. His hand slid higher up my thigh, fingers pressing into the soft skin, and I whimpered against him, feeling his whole body shudder in response.
We broke apart to breathe.
Foreheads pressed together. His chest heaved against mine, our breath mingling in the narrow space between our mouths. My legs still locked around his waist. His hands still gripping my thighs, fingers trembling against my skin.
His shirt hanging open, red lines from my nails tracked across his chest. My dress bunched at my hips.
Both of us werewrecked. Burning.
Neither of us moved or spoke.
His gold eyes held mine, and in them I saw the war between the king and the wolf.
My thumb traced his jaw. “We should fight more often.”
