“I’m sorry.” He doesn’t take his gaze from my lips.
Why is he apologizing? All my mate has done is rescue me and kiss me. Does he think Idon’twant it? Does he… not want it? My mate’s lingering scent of arousal says differently—heenjoyedthat kiss as much as I did.
I want him to do it again.
Maybe it’s the lingering giddiness from getting my wolf back, or the exhilaration from knowing that I amfinally free—that he’d freed me—but I could stay in this moment forever.
I realize I don’t know the first thing about this man—nothing besides the plain fact that he fills my body with desire. His lips on mine are the best thing that has happened in… I don’t even know how long. Probably the best thing in my entire life.
With my whole world tipped upside down, I am certain of only one undeniable truth—I wantmore.A fire burns within me that only my mate can quench.
“Did you want to kiss me?” I don’t look away from his face—his eyes darken with hunger at my question.
“Of course,” he licks his lips nervously. My eyes trace its path as it darts out, remembering the taste of it—yearning for it.
“Good,” I murmur, as I slide my hand up his chest, feeling his hard muscles flexing beneath my touch. “I want you too.”
Chapter 9
Nyx
Willow stares at me with desire written all over her angelic face.
Four simple words in her sweet voice…I want you too…it’s enough to drive me wild. The little restraint I’d managed in pulling away from her was crumbling.
Wait, she’s injured.
Her first time with me shouldn’t be on the forest floor… with the blood of her captors under my fingers and all the harm they did to her written on her flesh.
Willow’s hand is on my chest, and she’s biting her lip as her gaze drops down to mine.
Oh,fuck.Her scent calls to me like a siren song.
All my thoughts are plunged under water; everything blurs and becomes sluggish. I can’t think. Not surrounded by the scent of my mate’s desire the way I am. Not when she’s leaning closer to me like she can’t help herself.
“Please. More,” she whispers.
Fuck it.
One moment I am cradling my little mate in my arms and the next she’s lying on the mossy ground and I am sucking on her tit through her shirt’s thin fabric.
My tongue swirls around her nipple, teasing and sucking until the little bud is hard.
I have to see them.
Before it registers that I might be moving too fast, I’ve already pushed her shirt up to her neck. I admire her perky tits and rosy nipples before I suck on them so hard that half of Willow’s right breast is in my mouth.
She lets out a noise that is something between a whimper and a moan, and that’s it—I am fucking gone.
I slip a hand under her waistband, feeling the silky wetness pooling between her thighs, and plunge one finger into her heat. I feel her tight walls gripping me like she never wants to let me go.
Back and forth, I tease her, feeling her walls loosen up for me as her pretty pussy gets pink and puffy. Carefully, I push a second finger in, scissoring them back and forth.
I lave my tongue around her nipple, sucking rhythmically. Watching her face carefully. Searching for the touch and pressure that will make her lose control.
Pressing on a spongy spot inside her makes Willow gasp. She grabs onto my arm hard enough to bruise—that’s it, angel, mark me up—and when I curl my fingers right on that spot, grinding my thumb down on her clit, I feel it, feel her break apart on my fingers. Moaning as her pussy clamps down, pulsing in waves.
I keep up light pressure on her, trying to draw out my mate’s orgasm for as long as possible. When she stops shuddering, I press a sweet kiss to her lips.