Page 98 of Bewitching the Wolf

He stops and places a finger to my lips, then he takes me by the shoulders. Fiercely, he says, “It won’t, Tippy.”

“How do you know?”

“I’m going to show you why it won’t. Right now.”

The next moment, Jax’s strong hands have propelled me down a nearby alley.

He presses me against the wall, between two carts and a small blue truck full of oranges.

“This is why,” he growls. And then he kisses me. The kiss is hot, frenzied, and demanding, and I moan pitifully as my bones turn to mush and my legs barely support me.

Sensing it, he lifts me up and my legs wind around his as he pins me against the wall.

We kiss and kiss. The feel of his tongue forking into my mouth, then withdrawing to rim my lips, is almost enough to make me come.

Frustration makes me whine softly.

His hand moves between our bodies and he pushes my skirt up and slides his fingers inside my drenched panties.

He strokes me with just the right pressure as I moan against his mouth and beg for more.

His touch on my clit becomes more urgent, then a finger eases into me and strokes that magic spot inside me.

Then, just as I’m about to break, he stops, removes his hand and licks my juices off his fingers.

“I need to remember you. Your taste. Your scent,” he growls.

I try to push his hand back down between my legs, needing him to ease the want inside me.

But he pulls back, eyes glinting. “I want you on a knife edge waiting for my return.”

“Don’t be so cruel.”

He slides me down his body then, stepping back, braces his legs wide. “Look,” he orders, his hand gesturing at his crotch. The huge bulge in the leather of his pants is testament to his own frustration. “You don’t think this is also cruel?”

My tongue tip licks my lips. “I could relieve you…”

“NO! No way. Don’t you see, Tippy? I have to feel this desperate need. And so do you. It’s what will connect us and bring me back to you.”

I mewl with frustration, but I know he’s right.

Jax looks at me sternly. “Don’t pleasure yourself while I’m gone. That is my privilege.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

My throbbing pussy would complain out loud if it could. But I know there is something to this knife edge of wanting, needing each other, that will keep our mate bond connected while we are apart.

“I need something of you to take with me,” Jax says.

“My panties?”

He chuckles. “Hmmm, tempting, but distracting.” Then his gaze lands on my tail, swishing softly between us.

Gently he takes hold of it and strokes it, sending little shock waves of lust zapping straight to my sex.

“Give me three strands.”

“Really?”