As I climb the path, Frank’s words ring in my head. When Angel spots me, a huge smile fills her face, and she abandons Tess without hesitation.
“Ready for some fun, my stubborn shifter?”
Maybe it was Frank and Callen’s speech, or just how gorgeous and happy Angel is right now, but I reach for her waist and pull her in against me. “Fun with you… hell, yes. You’re damn hard to resist.”
“Then don’t,” she whispers in a sultry voice. That’s all it takes… my cock hardens. Suddenly, I’m alone with her in a world with no pressure, no time, no duty. Only her and me.
“You don’t know what you’re asking of me, Angel.”
“I think I do.”
My hand strokes her hair, down to her shoulder, to the side of her breast. “I want you, Angel. Have since the day we met.”
Her eyes widen, then a very serious, heart-wrenching expression takes over. “Do not play with me, shifter.”
“Oh, baby, I want to do much more than play with you.”
Her face lights up like it’s Christmas morning and she’s about to attack that one huge present she’s been eyeing for days… weeks.
She kisses me, her tongue pressing between the seam of my lips, enough to tempt me to follow her. With her hand in mine, she quietly leads me away from the lake and all the shifters gathered for the celebration.
The path leads deeper into the woods. Her scent overwhelms me, the muskiness of an eager and willing female sending my blood racing south.
With no warning, she turns into me and brushes her mouth against mine. Lush lips open, inviting me in. It’s all I can do to contain myself as I envision tasting every inch of her.
As our tongues tangle in an erotic dance of their own, her hand weaves under my shirt, cool fingertips caressing abdominal muscles and pecs. When she breaks the kiss, her hands slowly pull away. A single eyebrow lifts before she turns and saunters deeper into the woods, leaving me staring at that delectable backside swaying side to side.
A chase… she’s teasing me. Fuck, but that’s not what she should be doing. She’s stirring more than me. My wolf growls, low and deep, hungry for conquest, claiming.
Mine, I tell him. I will not be pushed into mating a female, I vow even as I follow her through the trees. Her scarf falls, and she turns, a moment of indecision as she debates retrieving it.
That’s when the wind shifts, and I catch the most exquisite scent of her pussy. My dick is so fucking hard, I can’t take it any longer.
My stride lengthens as my heart pounds and my cock pulses with need. In seconds, I overtake her, pinning her against a tree. There’s a wildness in those blue eyes, but she doesn’t speak as Iyank her jacket behind her, trapping her arms. Her breasts rise and fall with her heavy breathing.
One-handed, I rip open her shirt and stare at her breasts. It’s not the first time I’ve seen her naked, but the way she’s stands here—submissive, her need filling the air—I can no longer resist her.
My mouth latches onto a nipple and I suck hard, enjoying her moans, even the struggle she puts up trying to free her hands. I’m not ready for her to touch me, as I have her right where I want her. Fully vulnerable… to me. No other. This female will never submit to any other, but to me…. I need her, all of her.
I release my grip on her hands so I can pull down her jeans to reveal the treasure awaiting me. My hands explore over soft skin and flesh, learning every curve of her as my mouth moves to the other breast.
My tongue plays with her. Flicking, circling, even as her hands sink into my hair and she begins pushing me lower. Fuck, that’s what I want. To taste her, make her mine. As I latch onto this hard peak, my hands slide behind her, gripping her ass. With one pull, I crush her body against mine, give my cock something soft to press against.
She grinds against me, nearly making me lose my sanity.
“Take me, shifter,” she whispers in my ear.
My mouth leaves her breast, kissing licking a path over ribs then belly. I don’t even recall removing her boots, but they’re on the ground behind me as I yank her panties down and push those long legs apart.
With one slow swipe of my tongue, the most succulent flavor coats my tongue.
“Fuck, that’s good….”
Speaking is beyond me right now. Slowly, I slide my tongue through every part of her, seeking that tiny nub. With every flicker, every tease from my tongue, she moans louder. Tasting her… hearing her need… I’m going to burst through my jeans.
“Need to… taste… you,” she struggles to say between breaths.
And I need to be inside her. Except I don’t have a condom with me. Didn’t think I’d ever have her like this.
