Page 18 of Wolf Duty

So here she was, on her wedding night. She should be nervous. Her groom was a stranger, after all.

But that kiss had ignited her, and she was about to burn up. Bay needed to finish what he’d started.

He was outside, locking up the car.

Finally, the door banged open, and her husband—she still stumbled over that word in her mind—rushed in.

He stopped and stared at her. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He paused. “Fuck. I mean, I’m sorry. I’m horrible with words and have no filter.”

She smiled at him and walked closer, feeling sexy and powerful as his gaze heated. “Close the door,” she said. She would worry about what being married to a stranger—a wolf shifter—meant later. Right now, she wanted her husband naked and in bed. Or maybe just naked. Bed was optional.

He slammed the door shut, and the lock engaged.

“Take off your jacket and waistcoat,” she whispered. He obeyed quickly.

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, she pulled him closer. She had to stand on her toes to reach, but finally her mouth met his again. His lips were firm and warm, and as his tongue danced with hers, every nerve ending in her body shuddered in delight.

She laced her fingers behind his neck, pressing herself to him. As she did, the stiff peaks of her nipples rubbed against the fabric of her dress, creating tantalizing friction. The beautiful creation didn’t allow for a bra.

He growled into her mouth. The sound vibrated inside her, and she sighed her pleasure.

Bay turned and walked her backward until her butt hit the door. He placed his hands on the wood so that they bracketed her head. “If you don’t want this, tell me now,” he said, resting his forehead against hers, his chest heaving. “I can take you home.” He looked into her eyes, searching for an answer. “Decide quickly, because soon my wolf will want to claim you and I’ll have to work hard to stop him.”

The words heated something deep inside her. She stared back. His irises were lighter than usual. Caressing his neck with her fingertips, she tried to think logically. She wanted him so badly, but maybe they should get to know each other better before they took this next step? Yes, it was her wedding night. But she didn’t really know this man.

He kissed her temple and trailed his lips down to her ear. “Stop touching me, or I’m going to lose control.” His hot breath caressed her neck, and she couldn’t help but close her eyes and tilt her head to give him better access. “Sonya,” he growled in warning.

A rough giggle escaped her lips. “I’m thinking.”

“Think faster,” he said, and licked a sizzling trail down her neck, ending with a nip to her collarbone.

Heat flooded between her legs. She sighed. “You’re making this very hard.”

“No, you’re makingmevery hard.” He nuzzled her neck and then bit her earlobe, not quite hard enough to sting.

Her nipples were about to burst through the dress.

Screw thinking. This was her wedding night. And she had wanted no one before as much as she wanted this man.

Rising on her tiptoes, she buried her fingers in his thick hair. She molded herself to his body and claimed his mouth with hers.

His tongue met hers thrust for thrust, and he grabbed her hips. “Are you saying yes?” he asked. “I need to hear it.”

“Yes,” she breathed.

He groaned and swept his hand down her thigh. Hooking the back of her knee, he lifted her leg over his hip and pressed his hardness against her. Her panties dampened, and her breath quickened. “I need out of this dress,” she groaned.

He chuckled and turned her so that her back pressed to his chest. His hands molded her breasts as he bit her earlobe again. “I can help you with that.” With clever fingers, he quickly unfastened the row of buttons down her spine. He pushed the fabric off her shoulders, and the dress fell in a heap at her feet.

She stepped out of it, wearing only a pair of silk string panties and the gold high heels Nora had lent her.

Bay froze. “Fuck. You’re all my wet dreams come true.”

He gripped her hips, pressing the bulge on the front of his pants into the cleft between her bare buttocks. Her skin heated under his hands, and she arched her back.

The tips of his fingers slipped under the cloth of her panties, touching her damp pubic curls. Moving lower, he buried a finger inside her, the heel of his hand pressed against her mons.

White heat flickered over the insides of her eyelids as her core clenched around his finger.

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