Page 5 of Sass Me

But, if he was a shifter, then she needed to keep her distance. The scenting ceremony was tomorrow night. If she was lucky, she’d smell deliciouso to one of the wolves and he’d choose her to be his mate.

She was destined to mate a wolf. Maybe.

Fleur had no idea what her destiny was, only that she had one. Her mother had told her so her entire life. Told her to prepare for it, save herself for it, while never even eluding to what she should prepare for. It made her feel stuck. Fleur had held herself back from doing so many thing in her life, waiting for that destiny to show up.

Now it was here.

Probably.

Not like she could ask her mom anyway. She was currently spending the summer as a red windflower at the burial site of Fleur’s father. Again.

Tonight, having fun with all the other women destined for the scenting ceremony out there living it up, she wanted to have fun too.

Whatever was supposed to happen to her could wait for one more night. This might be the last time she could ever do something naughty.

She wanted so badly for her life to change, to stop waiting and get to the exciting part. Maybe that would happen tomorrow night, or maybe this was it, the beginning of a new adventurous life for her. Right here in her own kitchen.

Yeah. It was. She decided.

A tingling in her heart, directly behind the Tree of Hesperides pendant she wore told her to follow that instinct.

She usually ignored those kinds of feelings, because what if they were pulling her away from her destiny? For once, she was going to let loose. Some hot and heavy making out was exactly what the herbalist ordered.

His skin was oh, so touchable. She dragged her finger from the base of his neck to between his pecs. “You’re dirty, dragon.”

He chuckled. “You have no idea.”

“Show me.” Fleur grabbed him behind the neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

What a kiss it was. He practically inhaled her, shoving his hands into her hair to hold her close. Their tongues dueled, slashing at each other. Steele tasted like warm mint, fresh and bright. Not the toothpaste kind, but like the real fresh leaves. She couldn’t get enough.

He slid one hand all the way down her arm, over her hip, and to her butt. She’s always thought her rear end was too big, but the way he kneaded and squeezed, it was currently her favorite body part.

“Fuck, Fleur. I want to rip your clothes right off you.” He grabbed the back of her thigh and lifted it, wrapping her leg over his hip.

It took her a second to register what he said, with the way his hand was pushing up underneath the hem of her shirt. “No, no, don’t do that. There are a dozen people ten feet away in the other room.”

She wanted adventure, not exhibitionism.

He growled and lifted her other leg, spreading her open. He pushed his hips forward, thrusting against her, sending stars shooting through her vision.

Oh, gods and goddesses. She could see how he got his name. Whatever he was hiding behind those pants, rocking against her in all the right places, was definitely made of steel, or kryptonite.

Because she was feeling weaker by the second. Very much more of this and she’d be begging him to strip her clothes off. This was so delectably naughty, and so much hotter than any other sexy times she’d ever had. They weren’t even having sex. Yet.

“Your kiss is driving me crazy. I’ll never get enough of you.” Steele growled against her and licked his way across her bottom lip.

She was driving him crazy? She’d never been so out of her mind in her life. Steele’s kisses went straight to her core and she wanted more, so much more. She didn’t even care that he was probably giving her a line. One tiny minute in his arms and already her panties were soaked.

She’d never reacted to any man, or wolf, this way. Even her vibrator didn’t make her this hot and needy. Where was a bed and a condom when she needed it?

Good Gods. This wasn’t meant to be more than a flirtatious make out session. First base, maybe second. Here they were rounding third and her body was chanting home, home, home.

It was too fast. She wanted a little fun, not a one-night stand. That would show her to know better than to let go. “Steele, we have to slow down.”

He nipped at the skin of her neck, sending an earthquake with shockwaves through her whole body.

Oh, baby, that felt amazing. “Oh, wait. No, we don’t. Do that again.”

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