Page 97 of Wolf Roulette

I sighed. “I’m aware. So we’ll both continue in the way we see fit, I suppose.”

Sascha tilted my chin up and his lips met mine in a harsh kiss.

Why won’t you fight for us?I silently asked as we pressed closer.

Sascha lifted me, and I hooked my legs around his hips.

His voice echoed in my mind.I am, mate. Never forget it.

I’d never heard his mind speak in this form. I clasped his face to mine, kissing him frantically. Warmth pooled between my thighs.This feels so good.

Good isn’t a strong enough word for this feeling.

A lump rose in my throat. He was right. The wordunbearablewas more accurate. One day, these kisses may be bitter memories.

So I’d make the most of them.

Unhooking my legs, I didn’t break from our kiss until my heeled feet touched the carpet again.

Walking to the middle of the room, I hooked a finger under one strap of my dress and slipped it over my shoulder. The material was tight around my ass, but half of my chest was now exposed. Without structural help, the second side pooled around my hips too.

Sascha’s attention fixed on my breasts.

I moistened my lips. “There’s a clock over our heads.”

Our shared pain filled the air.

“One day, it stops ticking,” I whispered. “I need you to touch me now.”

My heartbreakingly handsome werewolf approached. “Do you know what I was thinking about when I carted you in here over my shoulder?”

I squealed as he threw me over his shoulder again. This time, he spun me so my face was against his chest.

Gripping my calves, he arranged my knees either side of his head. Murmuring wordless approval, Sascha held me in place with a large hand against my lower back as he peeled the tight skirt of my dress up to reveal bare skin.

This could not mean what I wanted it to mean.

Like he was devouring his favourite meal.

And with a hand on my ass, Sascha pressed his mouth against my core. I blasted a scream through our connection, clinging to his belt. My thighs clamped around his ears.

He stopped the ministrations of his tongue.

“More,” I begged.Please don’t make me wait.

His lips crooked against my sensitive flesh. That alone was enough to make me cry out.

“Not my style, little bird,” he hummed.

Is that so?

I tore through his belt with my fangs and yanked the leather from the loops. Was extending my fangs near his erection a threat about what might happen if he didn’t get on with the job?

Absolutely.

“Andie—” He choked against my core as I freed him and ran my hand up and down his smoothness.

I wanted him to experience what I felt when he touched me.Can I put you in my mouth, Sascha?

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