Page 26 of Crescent Warrior

She didn’t dare to look at Cole to see his reaction. She didn’t do it to make him jealous and she hoped he would know that. She had a real relationship with these people. They were family to her.

“All good with Brandon and his crew? Can we go?” Ambrosia asked, grabbing her hand.

Nodding, Hippolyta led the way out, still not looking at Cole but feeling his presence at her side like a furnace. The car ride home was silent, even Ambrosia glancing between them warily.

When she was parked, Ambrosia jumped out, hurrying toward the door that led to the house. Hippolyta stayed where she was, her hands on the steering wheel, feeling Cole’s gaze on her; a brand that she could never remove.

“What?” she whispered, closing her eyes in frustration. “Are you going to yell at me for kissing a child?”

She heard Cole’s door open and wondered if he was so angry with her that he wouldn’t even speak. She didn’t expect her own door to be opened or for him to reach out to cup her cheek, turning her around to face him, before moving to grip her hip, adjusting her position in the seat until her legs were dangling out the door. She instinctively spread them to make room for him.

He was standing in front of her, his eyes earnest. Without a word, he lowered his face to hers.

She reached out eagerly, clenching the material of his shirt in her hand as their lips met, tentative at first, just lightly brushing. A tear she hadn’t even noticed crept down her cheek as she remembered their first kiss.

Exactly like this.

Leaning forward, she deepened it. He buried his hands in her hair, tilting her head to get better access, delving between her lips with his tongue. The moan that left her throat would have embarrassed her if he wasn’t just as desperate.

“Cole,” she gasped, widening her legs as much as she could to accommodate him closer.

He groaned, running his huge palms up her exposed thighs, squeezing exquisitely. She reached up, gripping his shoulders as he moved his hands to cup her ass, lifting her out of the SUV and into his arms. She didn’t hesitate, wrapping her legs around his waist, tightening her hold on him.

All her carefully planned witty comebacks and refusals fell to the wayside. The only thing she knew was that her mate—the mate she hadn’t seen in years—was in front of her, touching her. Her wolf was pushing her more firmly into him, trying to get closer.

She heard seams popping on her dress’ hem under his hands and couldn’t find it in herself to care. She reached up to fist his hair, her breathing erratic and labored. She needed to pull away, she needed air, but Gods help her, she couldn’t do it.

He was panting, turning his face to bite her shoulder. She cried out, her hips rolling against his as he laid her flat onto the still-warm hood of her SUV. The discomfort barely registered in her mind, her hands pulling him forward, eager to feel his weight over her.

“Cole,” she gasped and he growled low in his throat, his wolf calling to hers.

The sexual frenzy was insane. She felt like she was on fire. Her pussy was flooded, clenching hungrily for him.

I’m going to die like this.

She didn’t even think she was being dramatic. Her heart was pounding so hard she wondered if it would just give out.

“Lyta, let me have you,” he groaned, suckling on her throat as his hips worked against hers, the straining bulge of his cock making her eyes cross as it rubbed along her swollen clit.

“Yes,” she cried, tightening her arms around him for leverage, feeling an explosion coming at the very edge of her awareness. “Harder.”

His hands tightened on her and the slight pain made her eyes go blurry, setting off the orgasm she was chasing, the top of her head blowing off. She came with a scream, throwing her head back and whacking it against the car, not caring as her entire body shook with pleasure, whimpers leaving her throat.

His eyes seared her as he watched, keeping his cock aligned with her clit, working it like an expert. She had to tighten her legs around him to stop him when she became too sensitive, mewling her pleasure as she rubbed her face against his throat, basking in his scent. She loosened her hands from his hair, her fingers numb with how hard she yanked on the thick, lustrous strands.

Her breathing was still uneven, her eyes blinking sleepily as she stared up at him. His nostrils were flared and his jaw clenched tight, his cock straining, pressed against her. She reached up weakly to cup his cheek and he grabbed her palm with his, turning to press a kiss to it, lovingly.

Biting her lip, she was drowning in endorphins as she reached down to unbuckle his belt. The sounds were loud, echoing in the garage, making her shiver. His gaze was locked on her hands, his pupils blown wide. He looked as drugged as she felt.

The sound of his zipper made her swallow with trepidation. She had never seen an aroused man naked in real life before. Only dreamed of him. Now, he was here, and she was already tugging his boxer briefs down, her eyes widening at the size of him. His cock was huge.

Oh, dear Gods. Can he even fit?

Swallowing with trepidation, she eyed the head, so engorged it was almost purple, seeping with precum. The long, veined girth of him seeming like a challenge that she sorely wanted to conquer.

She reached out with her trembling hand, her eyes flickering up to his, seeing his lips parted around harsh breaths, his eyes dark and intense, his face contorted with agonized pleasure at the first touch.

The groan he released, throwing his head back, was going to haunt her memories of this encounter for the rest of her life, she knew. At the thought, she faltered, reality setting in, but she pushed it back ruthlessly. She was already this far along. She needed to see it through.

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