Page 4 of Piper's Perfect Mate

~ Michael ~

I was really doing this. Part of me thought I was a fucking idiot. The other part knew there was no more fighting my desire for the woman pressed firmly against my back. I’d kept myself in check for three years, never once giving in to the impulse to seduce her. Still, I’d sought her out at every pack run. I’d lingered in places where I could hear her laugh and inhale her unique, sexy scent. I’d jacked off in the shower to the thought of her lips on mine, her body spread before me like a banquet. Tonight, I planned to turn every one of my fantasies with Piper Adams into reality.

Christ, when I’d heard Anthony talking to Donovan about her, I’d nearly lost my mind. I knew they weren’t actually interested, knew they were only trying to rile me. Mission accomplished. I’d tried to keep myself in check, to stay as far from her as I could while being in the same wolf pack. Not anymore. That all ended tonight. As I pulled into the garage and parked, I really hoped she was ready. Hoped we both were.

She eased her hold, and I slid off the bike, turning and immediately tugging her into my arms. She was gorgeous. The most beautiful woman I’d laid eyes on, and I’d wanted her for a long time. There were ten years between us, though. Some days, those years felt like a lifetime. Tonight, they didn’t matter. I wanted her. Hell, I was already a little in love with her, and she had no idea.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

Her voice was husky and filled with a touch of insecurity. I couldn’t have that.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Michael.”

I loved the way she said my name. There was this little hint of a plea at the end, as if she were begging me. I vowed she would be before the end of the night. I hit the button to shut the overhead door then carried her into the house. She glanced around as I headed through the mudroom and into the hallway.

“Kitchen and dining room to the right. Den and front room to the left. Bedrooms upstairs.”

I took the stairs in long strides while she was still glancing around. I pointed at doors as I headed toward the back and the main bedroom.

“Office, spare room, spare room, bathroom.”

She squealed when I shifted her to one arm and opened my bedroom door with the other.

“Our bedroom.”

I set her on her feet just inside the door and glanced around, trying to see it through her eyes. The bed dominated the room. I was a big guy, and my bed had to fit me. The furniture was dark teak, the walls deep green. The only light was from the bedside salt lamp that cast a small glow.

“Your room is nice,” Piper said, her hands wrapped around her stomach.

She was nervous or scared, and I didn’t want her in either headspace. I wanted her excited, turned on, wet and ready for all the things I planned to do with her in that bed.

“Piper.”

I held my hand out to her and stood still until she finally turned and took it. I pulled her in until her body pressed firmly against mine.

“Change your mind?”

She shook her head frantically. “No! God, no!”

“Then why are you so nervous?”

“I’ve never done this before,” she mumbled, dropping her head toward her chest.

I palmed her chin and lifted it until she met my gaze again.

“I know. I’m going to be your first. I’d be lying if I said that didn’t make my wolf want to howl.”

I dropped a kiss on her cheek.

“Your last.”

I pressed my lips to her other cheek.

“Your only.”

I took her mouth, tugging the bottom curve with my teeth before licking the plump curve and urging her to open for me. When she did, I dove inside, tasting her, sucking her tongue, then leading her back to my mouth so she could do some exploring of her own. I was tender until I wasn’t, until I ravaged, wanting everything she could give. Then I lost myself in her. My hands touched every inch of her I could reach. Her skin was soft, baby soft. Her curves full, the perfect handful for my palms. I wanted her clothes off. Wanted skin-on-skin.

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