Page 30 of Cursed Wolf

“If you say so, Doc.”

Tryn’s warm hand came to my cheek. He traced my jaw, gently tilting my face upwards. The next thing I felt was the soft, pressing heat of his lips on mine. My mouth parted in surprise—I thought the moment for a kiss had passed—and he slid into the opening, capturing me in a kiss that was warm, sweet, but unmistakably heated and sensual.

He made it brief but only barely pulled away, lips still grazing mine while my breath shook. “This good, Emmaline?”

“Yes.”

I had barely finished breathing out the word when he kissed me again. It wasn’t a surprise this time, but something surged in my body that I had no control over. Desire like I’d never felt before flooded my veins, turning me to fiery liquid. My tongue stroked against Tryn’s, devouring him as much as he was me, my arms going around his broad shoulders.

Buried under the heady desire, under the taste of him, his firm hold on my waist, and his soft growls as he plundered my mouth, a tiny voice yelled that this wasn’t me. I was inexperienced and awkward with men on a good day. No one pictured me when they thought of the type of woman who made out with a biker on a first date. My parents would be utterly ashamed.

But I didn’t care. All I wanted was to slide my legs apart so Tryn could move between them. I wanted his clothes gone so I could feel the heat of his skin. I wanted my clothes gone so he could show me what those big hands were capable of. I wanted his teeth in me, marking me. Oh, fuck yes. I needed his teeth marks in my skin to match the ones I would give him…

Wait, what the fuck?

I froze, my whole body going rigid to the point where Tryn immediately noticed.

He pulled back, frowning as cold air rushed into the spaces where his touch had warmed me. “You okay?”

“Yeah…yes, I’m fine.” I felt dazed, a little breathless from his kisses, and extremely confused as to where those thoughts had come from. Biting and teeth marks? What the hell?

“You don’t look so sure.” Tryn moved further away, and the distance he put between us was colder than the chilly evening air. “I should probably take you home anyway.”

“Oh. Okay.”

As we cleaned up our picnic, a scandalous thought arose. One that was very much unlike me, just like those thoughts of biting and marking.

When he takes you home, invite him inside. To your bed.

On a first date? No way, I barely know him!

You trust him. You like how he touches you. Why not? You’re a big girl, be a little wild.

It felt like arguing with two sides of myself, which never happened before. I had never felt so conflicted about something, like there were two of me sharing one body. Before meeting Tryn, I never even would have entertained the thought of bringing a man home and sleeping with him after a first date.

But Tryn wasn’t like any other man I’d met. If he accepted what I offered, I knew it would be an incredible night. But was that all I wanted? Or could there be something more here?

The whole date, from the motorcycle ride to the kiss, had been thoughtful and sweet. Would he have done all this if he just wanted to get in my pants?

“Ready to go, Emmaline?” Tryn tapped the flashlight on his phone, lighting the way to the trail back to the lookout spot.

I folded the picnic blanket over my forearm. “Ready when you are.”

“I’ll watch for those spiderwebs.” He chuckled.

I followed after him, my nose to the blanket as if to draw courage from his scent.

When he pulls up to your place, ask him to come inside. Just ask him!

The entire ride home, my conflicted feelings never went away. I didn’t know who this other side of me was.

And I wasn’t sure if I liked it.

Chapter 10

Tryn

Idropped Emmaline off at home with a goodnight and a chaste kiss. If I had even an inkling of taking things further, I'd be in huge fucking trouble.

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