Page 37 of The Wolf in My Tavern

I bite back a chuckle, drawing my errant woman closer to my side.

“There is only one hussy down here,” my pa says, “And her name is not Ada.”

Betsy pouts.

My pa sighs heavily, although I notice the way he has taken a possessive hold of Betsy. He seems torn between checking on the lass for imaginary injury and surveying the area in case other nosy bastards are near.

“I’ll deal with this one,” he says ominously. “I’ll leave you to take care of your lass and see as she is taken safely back to her home.”

I nod. He strides off, Betsy still protesting her innocence. I take Ada’s hand to hustle her back into the room where my clothes await me.

“Oh. It was, um, Betsy’s idea,” Ada stammers. Her eyes grow round as she takes in my state of undress. She blushes prettily, suddenly looking everywhere but at me. “Are you not cold?”

“No,” I say. I can barely feel anything beyond the sudden rush of euphoria that she came down here to check on me, to make sure no other lass was snooping around. I like her possessiveness. It makes me feel like a king. My face lowers to her throat, and I breathe in through my nose, drawing her sweet, feminine scent into my lungs. Gods, I love her scent. I want to rub it all over me, especially the smell of her arousal that is already perfuming the air.

I trail my nose up the side of her throat, drawing her closer, not even caring that I am naked save for a cloth, which slips as I circle her waist with my arm and tug her against me.

My lips find hers. She opens sweetly with a breathy gasp, her fingers curling against my chest.

Blood rushes south, the simmering lust from the fight igniting because my woman is here, in my arms.

I want her. I always fucking want her. If I could, I would inhale her and keep her under my skin.

“You shouldn’t have come down here,” I warn, dragging my lips from hers and tightening my hold. “Where anyone might have come upon you, maybe thought you fair game… that they could take you… take what is mine.” My head dips down for another kiss before I hold her eyes.

“Only yours,” she whispers, her eyes searching mine.

That fast, I am gone. My mouth slants over hers, and I kiss her like I want to consume her body, heart, and soul. Distantly, I remember something about talking and explaining how I feel, but fuck it, she tastes too good, and we will get to that in a bit.

Her little tongue comes out to play, and my heart rate takes off at a gallop.

“I need to taste you,” I mumble against her lips before trailing kisses down her throat.

I back her up into the wall beside the open doorway. I can hear voices beyond and the shuffling of feet. It does nothing to deter me. I will fuck up any man who dares to interfere. Tugging her bodice down, I close my lips over her right breast, sucking a little too roughly against her sweet flesh.

“Callum,” she breathes before her fingers spear my hair, pulling me close.

Her urgent demands only drive me on. I trail my lips across to the other breast, squeezing it roughly before I seal my lips over it. I’m in a daze, can’t see straight—I am obsessed with this woman. Absolutely obsessed.

I fucking love her.

Only I’ve not found the courage to tell her. I know I need to. And even though I will sound like a fucking sap, I don’t care. I want to make her mine.

“I need you to come all over my tongue,” I say, already lifting her skirt. Her fingers are still in my hair, guiding me as I kneel before her, and my lips find the soft skin at the top of her stockings.

I suck roughly against the skin, eliciting a needy gasp. I like the noises she makes as I mark her flesh, leaving the evidence that she belongs to me, even though she doesn’t, for I have not broached the subject yet.

Her aroused scent blooms, filling my nose. Impatient, I tug her panties to the side.

“Callum!”

Her gasp accompanies me pulling her leg over my shoulder. “Hush, I need this,” I mumble as I spread her pussy open with my finger and thumb and lap her sweet juices up. Fuck, I’m greedy for her.

Feeling her begin to shake, I pin her securely against the wall.

“I’m going to come,” she gasps as I latch onto her fat little clit. “Oh, yes. Right there!”

I’ve barely touched her, and she’s coming apart for me. I know she is sensitive as she floods my mouth, her thighs shaking harder now, but I can’t fucking stop. I need to get her off at least a couple more times. Then I need to get inside her, to imprint myself upon her, to leave an impression, one she will never forget.

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