Page 84 of Wolf Mate

I traced every curve, lowering my hand to his jeans, and dipped my finger inside his waistband.

He hissed as his hands swept over my back. The buzzing between us intensified, and I got light-headed, but not like when I was tired after my blood exploded with power.

This was different and new, and a knot of need was tightening within me.

I pulled my mouth away from his and kissed my way down his neck like he’d done to mine before, and his hand slipped up and over my bra.

As I grazed his neck with my teeth, he growled, but it was full of need instead of anger.

“Can I touch you?” he rasped, his hand gently squeezing my breast.

I nodded, unable to speak. I wanted him to touch me everywhere, but I wasn’t brave enough to say it.

His hand slipped underneath my bra, and my breathing turned ragged. As his finger rolled over my nipple, my back arched, and I unfastened his jeans.

“Can I touch you?” I repeated.

“Only if you want to. You don’t have to.”

That answer, right there, was all I needed. I slid my hand into his boxers, and I paused when I reached his dick. Damn. He was large and hard, and that both thrilled and scared me.

Unsure what to do, I stroked him, and his hips jerked in rhythm with my hand. He groaned as he propped himself on his elbow and lifted my shirt then unfastened my bra. He bent his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth as his hands slid between my legs. Soon, he was circling between my folds as I panted and stroked him faster.

I’d never done anything like this before, and when the friction built inside me, all I could do was focus on the new sensations rippling through my body. I panted and murmured, “Faster.”

He obeyed, taking me over the edge. My body clenched as pleasure like never before slammed into me, and my body shook. I moaned loudly, and he chuckled, placing his mouth over mine to drown out the sound.

As I was coming down, his body jerked, and he finished, our tongues still working in tandem together.

He pulled away, eyes glowing, and rasped, “Mine.”

Maybe I should’ve argued, but all I did was nod and repeat his claim, needing him to know it went both ways. “Mine.”

“Damn straight I am.”

After we cleaned up, the two of us went back to sleep.

Two hours later,I was still tired but felt energized in a different way. Raffe had gone back to his place to change, and he would be here soon to walk me to the student center. We’d decided we couldn’t pretend to be enemies anymore, so we’d be friends. At least that way, we could be seen talking in public together.

I’d finished brushing my hair, putting on makeup, and getting dressed when a knock sounded on the door.

Raffe!

I hurried into the living room, eager to see him. To kiss him. Though it’d been only an hour, it felt like days had passed since he’d been here, especially after what we’d done together this morning.

When I opened the door, ready to attack him with kisses, I paused.

It wasn’t Raffe.

It was Priestess Olwyn with a huge frown on her face.

Shit. Something must have happened to Slade, and it was all my fault.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

“Did he not wake up?” My voice shook, and I wrapped my arms around my waist. I’d never forgive myself if Slade wasn’t okay.

The priestess’s eyebrows rose, and panic clawed at my chest. My blood jolted to life, although not as strong as yesterday.

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