Page 11 of Forbidden Daddy Mate

“My favorite part’s always the ‘only full moon’ bit,” I commented. “Also, the fact that they always shift with their clothes on.”

She giggled, then leaned against my shoulder. It was around then that I noticed the two empty bottles of wine we’d drank between the two of us and that it was a lot later in the evening than I’d expected. Time had moved faster than I’d thought.

“You’re fun,” she said. “I wish we’d gotten to spend time with each other sooner.”

“Me too.” When had my arm wrapped around her shoulder? My hand was caressing the side of her arm, and I forced myself to stop. At this distance, her scent was overpowering, and my wolf stirred, interested in the scent in a way he hadn’t been in a long time.

“Can things not go back to the way things were when we get back home?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

She shrugged, turning her head so she was still looking up at me. “Just that it would be nice to, I don’t know, spend time together, and not just because we’re at Jenn’s at the same time. We have a lot in common. I’m not saying we have to be best friends or anything, but just talk more often, I guess. Or maybe bake something together again.”

“Only if you give me the recipe for the cherry chocolate rum cake,” I said.

She giggled again, pushing off me just a little so her head was level with mine. Her lips were stained red with wine, her eyes sparkling in a way that made them captivating. “Uh-uh,” she said. “That recipe’s my leverage. If I just give that away, then what incentive would you have to spend time with me?”

I raised an eyebrow. Then, before I realized what I was doing, I said, “Trust me, there’s more than enough about you to give me incentive, not just your rum cake.”

“Is that so?” she asked, and I nodded. “Like what?”

“Do you really need me to answer that?” I asked.

I wasn’t sure who started it. All I knew was that her lips were against mine, tentative at first, then eager, more passionate. I growled, my hand going to the back of her head, keeping her in place as my mouth claimed hers. My wolf snarled in approval, wanting more, wanting me to take it.

Her large breasts pressed against my chest, and one of my hands snaked toward them.

I broke away, my senses coming back to me. Next to me, Freya panted, looking just as stunned as she stared at me.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “That was inappropriate.”

She blinked as if trying to process what had just happened. Her tongue swiped around her lips as if still tasting me, and the look was enough to make my wolf snarl in pleasure and need again. I stood.

“I’m sorry,” I repeated.

“Don’t be,” she said, almost in a trance. She gave a small smile. “Nothing to apologize for.”

“That should never have happened,” I said. “I promise it won’t again.”

Except inside, I wanted it to happen again. And again. And again. I had enjoyed it way more than I should have, and it was only a taste. Instead of satisfying me, it just made me hungry for more.

But I couldn’t. Freya was Jenn’s friend. She was over twenty years younger than me. On top of that, we were both buzzed. It wasn’t right, and I wasn’t going to take advantage of her.

“No, it’s fine, really,” Freya said with a shrug. She gave a small smile. “You’re right. It happening again probably isn’t the best idea. But don’t sweat it, either. What’s done is done.”

She stood, stretching, and I instantly wished she hadn’t as my eyes were drawn exactly where I didn’t want them to go. I looked away.

“I’m going to go upstairs,” she said. “See you tomorrow.”

She walked off, leaving me alone in the living room, trying to process what had just happened.

Chapter 6 - Freya

When I walked downstairs the next morning, I was both happy and disappointed that Malcolm wasn’t there. Any scent of his was faint, as if he’d been gone for a couple of hours at least. I walked over to the table, where a note read: Out hunting. Be back later.

Again, that twinge of disappointment, coupled with relief. Relief because I didn’t want to have to deal with any potential awkwardness after last night, and disappointment because I wanted to spend more time with him.

The truth was, even if I had told him I agreed our kiss was inappropriate, I wasn’t sure if I meant it. I’d enjoyed it more than I would have expected, and, as I’d gone to bed, all I could do was fantasize about it happening again and again. I couldn’t stop thinking about Malcolm’s hand on my waist, moving upward, the way his mouth had felt against mine. How when we’d broken apart, all I’d wanted was more.

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