Page 118 of Wolf's Mark

“There is nothing quite like watching a man washing dishes with a towel stuck into the side of his pants. I must admit, pretty sexy. But I do have a dishwasher.”

Only after finishing washing the last plate and placing it in the dishrack did I turn around to face her. The shorter skirt accentuated her long, tan legs, the flimsy tee shirt unable to hide her fully aroused nipples.

I yanked the dishtowel into my fingers, wiping my hands as I allowed my gaze to fall. “I thought I’d keep myself busy while you were getting Britney to bed.”

Sedona walked further into the room, taking a deep breath as she did so. “You are quite the hit with my daughter.”

“I am, huh?” I returned the towel to the spot where she’d hung it over the stainless rung on the microwave and leaned against the counter. “How so?”

“She won’t go to sleep without a story, but tonight she had me make up one about her new doggie. She calls him her best friend and decided to name him Jax.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, I told her it might be confusing since there was a Jax that might come around from time to time, but she insisted.” She walked a little closer and the scent of her perfume was nearly as intoxicating as her fragrance of desire. The sweet scent left a cloud of evocative lust surrounding us like a beacon of sin.

“I’m glad she likes the present.”

“Likes? The dog is sleeping next to her and they barely fit in the bed together, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. Thank you for making her birthday so special.”

I pushed off the counter, moving toward her slowly. It was another one of those moments where words weren’t needed. I didn’t need to read her mind to feel her longing.

With her long, soft hair crowding her shoulders, and what seemed like a permanent furrow of her brows, she was pulling on every heart string.

“Whew. I don’t feel like such an idiot then,” I told her.

“Oh, I still have my doubts.” This time, she allowed her gaze to fall ever so slowly. When she lifted her head, it was all I could do not to slide my arm across the kitchen table, shattering our wineglasses and the mostly empty bottle of wine. Then I’d fuck her like some crazed madman who couldn’t get enough of her.

That wouldn’t be polite or easily explainable if Britney woke up needing a glass of water.

But I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off her. I tried to make my actions simple, non-threatening in any way. I rolled the tip of my pinky down her slender arm, indulging in her perfume.

It had been a hell of a long time since I’d enjoyed myself as much as I did being with her. And with Britney. We’d laughed. I’d listened to Britney’s soft giggles and watched Sedona blossoming more like the perfect rose by just watching her daughter’s reactions to me.

I’d heard Sedona call it a normal, boring evening that she was fearful I wouldn’t like. However, around her, nothing was boring in any way, shape, or form.

“You have a lovely home,” I told her as I used a second finger, my wolf returning to the surface for a completely different reason. I looked down at her breasts, adoring the rise and fall with her increasing libido.

“I’m certain you’d call it quaint.”

“There’s nothing wrong with quaint.” I longed to use my keen senses, rubbing my face and lips down the length of her body, inhaling until I was fully intoxicated.

I longed to brush the roughest part of my tongue between her breasts, taking my time nipping first one nipple then the other. I moved closer, daring to lick along the underside of her neck.

Her moan was another in a series of sweet rewards.

“Do you know what I thought about this morning?” I asked her.

“I’m afraid to ask.”

“Remember, little wolf. Sometimes asking for what you want is a requirement for receiving it.”

“Then please share what you were thinking so very early in the morning.”

“I was thinking about how beautiful you were. How much I enjoy your scent. The moment I woke up and you weren’t lying by my side, I thought about how much I wanted to kiss your soft lips. I thought about your incredible voice and hearing it whisper my name as I dragged my tongue down the side of your very. Long. Neck. And I was dreaming about kissing all the way down your stomach to your sweet little pussy. I imagined driving my tongue deep inside, lapping your sweet cream as you moaned and begged me for more.”

She seemed breathless, trying to avoid the flurry of sensations but failing. “Then what?”

“Then I headed for the shower where I wrapped my hand around my cock, a vision of your face in my mind as I masturbated under the hot water. Wishing you were there.”

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