Page 79 of Lost Girl

He’s on my neck without a word, nibbling the curve, sucking his way back to my lips. “Screw time, remember, little wolf?I want you.”

“Then get back to the house already. This is torture.” The desperation in my voice is real.

Do I care?

Absolutely not.

If the way he’s mauling me says anything at all, it’s that he’s on the edge of desperation with me.

“We’re almost there,” he mumbles, rearranging his grip from my thighs to my arse. “Almost there.”

We’re moving again, sodden clothes dripping like a leaky faucet with every step he takes. The storm passed pretty quickly, only a light drizzle following us now, but we’re still soaking wet.

I’m barely paying any mind to the passing scenery, more focused on the way his lips move over mine or the way his tongue coaxes me open further. How he tastes, how his touch sets me on fire. Through my peripherals, though, I catch the clearing into the village, how the trees taper off at a certain point, revealing nothing but homes and land for miles.

Almost there. Almost there and then he’s mine.

Finally.

The bomb is about to explode and I couldn’t be more ready for detonation. I’m wet enough as it is, both figuratively and literally, but the thought of what he’s about to unleash on my body has me pooling in—

“Woah.” Tigerlily’s voice sounds suddenly, widening my eyes in abasement.

My body goes stiff in Tavi’s hold, too, so much that, I can’t even look at her—that’s how embarrassed I am. Tavi, however, doesn’t seem remotely fazed.

“Hey, Lil,” he greets her as if my arse isn’t currently trapped in his hands beneath my dress.

“Heeey,”she drawls.

“Is Pa home?”

“No. He’s at a Council meeting?” It’s not a question but she voices it such.

“Perfect. Byeee,” he calls over his shoulder, walking off without a care in the world.

“Oh my God.” My cheekshaveto be the brightest shade of red to ever exist. “That was mortifying.”

“She’s seen worse, trust me,” he chuckles.

Has she now?

The green-eyed monster slithers its way free from the depths of my mind, cocking my head aside. “What exactly did she see?”

Tavi cuts me a sideways glance and barks out a laugh at the envious expression inscribed on my face. “My ex and me,years ago.Emphasis on the years ago part.”

I want to ask, feel temptation swimming in my veins, cajoling me to pry, but I don’t. I’m not ruining the moment over someone who is clearly nothing more than history.

“We’re here,” he announces, stomping up the steps, throwing the front door open.

But here isn’t Soren’s, not by a long shot.

It’s his home, well, his dad’s—which now makes perfect sense as to why he was asking Tigerlily where the Chief was in the first place.

“What if your dad comes home?” My voice quakes slightly as he storms through the house.

“We’ll deal with it then. If I’m finally going to indulge in you, it’s happening in my bed.”

My back meets said bed sheer moments later, his weight pinning me down. Everything is fluid.

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