Page 54 of Fated to the Wolf Billionaire

“Do you need me to come along? I’ve cleared your schedule as you asked, so I’m free.”

“No, this is personal business. Please go back to New York for the opening and give my regrets to the head chef. A case of champagne should ease the sting.”

“Of course, sir.”

Quinn was a top-notch assistant, and I had no doubt that a case of France’s finest champagne would be delivered to my head chef tomorrow like clockwork. I worked only with the best.

It was necessary when you were a shifter who had to step away from the business periodically to deal with pack matters. My organization was fully human; they saw me as an enigmatic billionaire and nothing more.

I liked it that way.

We boarded the jet, and I settled into the aisle seat next to Fiona. Leigh took the couch along the opposite wall, lying down with her feet in Gael’s lap, while Elodie sat across from us. Fiona’s eyes were wide as she took it all in, demurely ordering a soda from the flight attendant, Sheila.

After takeoff, everyone had settled in, reading or napping. I was answering work emails from my phone, when all of a sudden, Fiona’s scent changed.Arousal.

I was instantly sporting a half erection, which was damnably inconvenient on a small plane with my pack mates mere feet away from us. Granted, none of them were paying attention. Leigh was lightly snoring.

I closed my phone, sneaking a sideways glance at Fiona. She was reading something, and I called on my wolf to sharpen my eyesight enough that I could catch it over her shoulder.

He thrust in to the hilt with one smooth stroke, pressing my legs back so that my knees almost touched my shoulders.

Damn.

She was reading that wolf smut book she’d read to me earlier while I was shifted.

As a wolf, I’d been enjoying the sound of her voice, not caring about the story or thejuicy bits,as she called them. But as a man, knowing from her scent what that scene was doing to her?

Fuck, it was hot.

I didn’t let myself overthink it. I just grabbed her hand and pulled her out of her seat without a word.

She followed me to the back of the plane, past the small washroom and into the bedroom. It wasn’t large, but it was luxurious, with plush linens and sleek fixtures. It was also quiet, the soundproofing in the wall that separated it from the rest of the jet very effective.

I pushed her back onto the bed, tangling my hands into her hair as I kissed her, plundering her lips like the treasure they were.

She arched into my hold, gasping when she felt my steel-hard erection. I used the opening, plunging in to taste her more deeply.

Fiona hummed happily and wound her fingers around my neck, but then seemed to catch herself, pushing me back an inch, even as her chest heaved with the effort.

“Reed! We can’t do this back here while everyone else is just… out there,knowing what we’re doing.”

I grinned at her shyness, then used her hair as leverage to tilt her head back, exposing her neck for my attention.

“I have a secret for you, Stormy. They don’t care what we’re doing back here. We’re adults. We can fuck if we want to.”

She moaned, hands going to my hips to hold me tightly as I bit and kissed along the column of her throat, my hands going to the hem of her shirt. This time, she didn’t push me back as I lifted it off her. She relaxed, succumbing to my desire so beautifully, it could make a man weep if he wasn’t busy taking care of her.

I tossed the shirt on the wide counter that ran along the other side of the room, tracing her collarbone with my lips as I reached behind her to unclasp her bra. It sprang free, and I laid her back, pressing her into the soft mattress with one knee against her core.

Moving more slowly, I eased the cups away from her breasts, inch by inch revealing the beautiful, soft flesh. When she was fully free, I stopped, leaned back to better take her in, bare to me fully for the first time.

“You’re going to make a girl self-conscious, staring like that,” she whispered, and I could see the uncertainty in her eyes, though she hadnothingto be self-conscious about.

“Absolutely not,” I murmured, cupping her with both hands, the perfect handful, and a bit more. “You’re lush and so soft,” I growled low in my throat, as the need to claim her, mark her rose up suddenly.

Damn, my wolf was pushy. I stayed there for a moment, concentrating on pushing him down so I was fully in control again. And then I leaned down, taking her nipple into my mouth. I worshipped one side, then the other, moving back and forth until her hips were pulsing beneath me, grinding that sweet little pussy against my thigh, desperate mewls coming from her lips as she sought more pressure, more sensation.

“What a good girl, Stormy. Do you want me to taste this pussy next?” I trailed my fingers down her jeans to trace the seam where it sat over her core.

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