She didn’t.
Her hands slid up my chest and clasped behind my neck. Fingers threading through my damp hair, nails scraping lightly against my scalp. She leaned down, and I met her halfway.
The first press of her lips against mine was soft, tentative. A question neither of us had the courage to ask out loud.
I answered it by fisting my hand in her hair and pulling her closer.
Mira gasped against my mouth, and I swallowed the sound, deepening the kiss. My tongue swept across her lower lip and she opened for me, letting me taste her. The noise that came out of my throat was barely human.
She tasted of sweet heat and need, her tongue tangling with mine as I took control, dominating the kiss with slow, deliberate strokes that made her whimper into me.
“Good girl,” I murmured against her lips, my voice rough. “Just open up for me.”
Her hands were everywhere. Raking through my hair, dragging down my shoulders, tracing the muscles of my back with an urgency that matched my own. I pulled her onto my lap and she came willingly, her thighs bracketing my hips, the thin satin of her nightgown riding up.
The friction made us both groan.
I kissed down her jaw to her neck. Found the spot where her pulse fluttered and dragged my teeth across it. She arched into me, nails biting into my shoulders, and a sound escaped her lips that went straight to my cock.
“Percival.”
My name. Wrecked, desperate. Falling from her lips.
A growl rumbled through my chest, barely human, and my hands gripped her hips tighter. She was still on my lap, thighs bracketing mine, and I had no intention of changing that.
“Say it again,” I demanded. My voice sounded different. Too low, too rough. The wolf bleeding through.
“Percival.”Softer this time. A whisper.
I kissed her with everything I had.
This time there was nothing tentative about it. She kissed me with hunger, all the walls she’d been building finally crumbling between us. Her legs tightened around my waist and she rolled her hips, grinding down against the ridge of my cock. The sound I made was closer to a snarl than anything human.
The towel slipped further. I didn’t care.
My fingers curled into the fabric of the jacket, holding her in place as she ground down again, chasing friction. Her pussy pressed hot and wet through her nightgown against my throbbing cock, the heat of her soaking into me, making me growl low in my chest.
I was hard, aching, straining against the thin fabric still between us.
She knew it and used it. Rolled her hips in a rhythm that had me seeing stars.
“Fuck, Mira.” I thrust up against her, matching her rhythm. “You’re so perfect grinding on my cock.”
She broke the kiss to gasp, breath coming in short pants, but I didn’t let her pull away far. I captured her mouth again, harder this time, my teeth grazing her lower lip as I sucked it into my mouth. My hands roamed her back, sliding beneath the nightgown but never beneath the jacket.
The sleeves swallowed her hands as she gripped my shoulders, and every time the fabric shifted, releasing a fresh wave of my scent mixed with hers, my wolf howled with satisfaction.
Mine.She smelledmine.
Mira ground down harder, pace quickening, and I guided her hips with my hands, angling her just right. I pressed her clit directly against the length of my cock, rubbing her through the layers until she shuddered in my arms.
“That’s it, baby,” I whispered against her ear, nipping at the lobe. “Ride me just like that. You’re driving me wild.”
Her head fell back, throat exposed, and I attacked it with my mouth. Kissing, biting, sucking marks into skin that would show tomorrow. I latched onto the pulse point under her jaw, sucking hard enough to bruise, my tongue soothing the sting before I bit down again. She cried out, nails digging into my shoulders.
She pulled back to breathe, chest heaving, lips swollen and red from my mouth. The jacket had slipped off one shoulder, revealing the delicate strap of her nightgown, and I tugged it back up. Smoothed the collar, wanted her covered in me.
Her eyes searched my face. Then froze.
