Page 21 of Fated to the Wolf Billionaire

“Trying really hard right now not to freak out about the fact that you’re older than my grandpa,” I admitted.

He threw his head back and laughed, pulling me into a side hug, and something inside me relaxed. It was so easy with him. So right, even though it should have been scary and difficult.

Anyone who hadn’t seen what I’d seen would think I was insane for even considering any of this.

“I think… I think I’m in,” I whispered, too afraid to admit it louder.

Reed froze, eyes serious when they met mine. “Yeah? You have a whole week to think about it. I am not going to pressure you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Like I said, it’s totally normal for couples to take their time building up the bond, especially in cases like ours where we’ve just met.”

“Right, because the bond builds with physical contact.”

He nodded.

“Does that mean, like, sexy contact, or… does this count?” I gestured to where we sat, sides pressed together, fingers laced.

“It counts, and so does sexual contact.”

“Good to know.”

He dropped a gentle kiss on my hair, and I heard him inhale, like he was sucking in more of my scent, which reminded me of one of the signs he’d listed.

“Since I’m not a wolf, does that make me smell weird to you?”

He shook his head, nose still buried in my hair. “If by weird you mean so phenomenal, it’s unreal, yes. Otherwise, no.”

I chuckled, pulling back so I could see his face. “You’re probably just smelling my shampoo. It’s coconut.”

“No, pretty girl, I don’t think you understand. Your scent is only for me. Yes, I smell the shampoo. But what’s underneath it is so much better.” He leaned down, pressing his nose lightly to the pulse point in my wrist and scenting me again. “It’s apricots, and water lilies, and… something rich. Earthy, yet sweet, like amber.” He groaned low in his throat, and a bolt of heat shot straight to my core.

He was literally sniffing my wrist. Why was that so sexy? It defied logic.

When he looked up, his eyes were glowing. Not red, like in the office. But an ice blue, like a pristine glacier. “You’re my new addiction. Everything about you was made for me.”

I didn’t let myself overthink it or hesitate. I just leaned forward, grabbed his shoulders, and pressed my lips to his.

NINE

Reed

When Fiona kissed me, my mind went blank. All the thoughts and worries that had been racing through it about what her reaction would be to the information I’d just dropped in her lap disappeared, leaving nothing behind but static and a certain primal satisfaction pouring in from my wolf.

Her lips were so soft, so supple beneath mine. And when I traced my tongue along her bottom lip, she opened for me beautifully, I couldn’t quite restrain the growl as I wrapped my arms around her waist and deepened the kiss.

A whimper in her throat had me dragging her closer, relishing the feel of her breasts molding against my chest, her warmth against my skin in the chilly garden. I lifted one hand, threading my fingers into her silky hair, knocking some tendrils loose of the bun she’d pulled it into, but the sound of running footsteps on the garden path had me drawing back, tucking her safely into my side again.

She was breathing hard, cheeks flushed and lips reddened from my attention when Galyna jogged half past our little cutout, then backed up when she spotted us.

“There you are. Making out in the garden isn’t exactly an approved activity in amaiden’senclave,” she said with a wicked grin.

“Apologies. It won’t happen again,” I said smoothly.

It’s definitely happening again.

“Whatever, that’s not why I came to find you two. The witch is here.”

I was struggling to get my brain back into the present, when all I wanted was to go back to kissing Fiona. “The witch… Karissma?”

“That’s the one. She’s standing at the gates, waiting to be approved for entry.”

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