Page 150 of The Lure of Wolves and Whispers

My nails claw down his back, his ass, trying to force him deeper.

I need himnotto stop.

His arms wrap around me, pressing my body close to his, and he rolls so I’m on top of him. My body reacts like it already knows exactly how he’ll feel at this angle, and I rock my hips into his.

Wolf’s eyes lock on mine, drinking me in. The haze swimming in the green intoxicates me. Blurs the edges of reality, and of this.

Ofus.

We exist outside of time, outside of everything—and everyone—else.

He bucks beneath me, driving deeper, and my heart stammers. My breaths turn to gasps, and every muscle in me locks.

Wolf pulls me down to him, his tongue meeting mine, and he reaches one hand down between us. Finally—fuckingfinally—he gives me the pressure I crave there. His breath heats the skin beneath my ear, and he whispers. “Let me see you come, Maeve.”

I fall apart in his arms then. No—I don’t just unravel. Iimplode, shattering into pieces I already know will be impossible to put back together again.

Wolf flips me over again, so fast my head spins, and drives into me. There’s no control in these thrusts. No thought, no desire, no wanting.

Justneed, pure and hungry and desperate—and I can’t get enough.

His mouth claims mine, feral and wild. I match every stroke of his tongue, dig my nails into his ass and pull him closer, as if that’s even possible.

And he explodes, a ragged groan filling my ears as he shudders and buries himself in me.

I hold him right there against me, refusing to let go, both our chests heaving.

My limbs feel like liquid, as if someone scooped out the marrow of my bones and poured it back in again.

I close my eyes, and his lips find mine again.

Slower, but no less intoxicating.

His chest is as warm as home against me. The smell of him—Old Ones, I can’t get enough—and just the feeling of him pulling me tightly into the nook of his arm is enough to light that same fire all over again inside me.

This,some contented, calm part of me murmurs,I could get used to this.

And the dangerous part is… I mean it.

I’m so fucked when it comes to him.

THIRTY-SEVEN

I don’t think there are adequate words for this feeling. Sated, but still craving more. As if someone lit a match beneath my skin but left flickering embers burning along the way.

Wolf’s gaze rests on mine, bare chest slowing. “You have no idea how long I’ve thought about doingthatwith you.”

An ache—the same one he just appeased—kindles inside me again.

My voice comes out low and breathy. “How long?”

“Indecently long,” he admits, trailing one callused finger up the curve of my waist, then along the scar climbing up my ribs from the High Queen’s assassins. His lips almost find mine, hovering just a shiver away. That finger ventures down my stomach, my hips, my…

My breath catches as his touch dips lower and need gathers in my core all over again. This ismadness. How can I possibly take him again? And yet it’s all I can think about with his finger teasing me, coaxing the promises of what follows his touch.

“Too long,” Wolf whispers, and brings his mouth to mine.

The kiss is indescribably slow and sweet, gathering up all the little pieces of me that we shattered just moments ago. All the parts of me that won’t ever be the same, not now that I know him.And even if it might be easier, I don’t want to go back to the me I was before I met Wolf.