Page 45 of Taken By the Alpha Priest

I can’t. I won’t.

So I kiss her instead.

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TILDA

I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life. I’ve kissed boys I shouldn’t have, and joined causes that were unjust, and one time, I went on a very stupid mission to try and kill a very powerful man, and that almost got me killed.

But this…?

It isn’t a mistake.

In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever done anything that felt so right.

I’m trying to force his hand, force him to order me to kiss him–then his hands are on my face, his body against mine…and he’s kissing me. I lean into that kiss, savor it, slant my mouth against his. I curl my fingers in his shirt, the stiff white collar a reminder a delicious reminder of the fact that this is entirely forbidden. His scent envelops me, that divine combination of incense and red wine.

And even though I haven’t truly tasted him—not yet—he tastes like all that too, like a heady bouquet of ruby wine.

I have this horrible feeling he’s going to end it right here and now. He’s been clear enough that this isn’t a possibility, that he’s going to stick to his vows.

It seems, though, that even his vows and my bad deeds aren’t enough to keep us apart.

The kiss gets heated in a split second. Reyes tilts my head, one of those huge hands slipping around to the back of my neck, and I open to him with a moan, his tongue gliding across my lips before tangling with mine. He makes this low, masculine sound that rumbles in his chest, the kiss getting messy and desperate.

The place where he bit me sears my skin, a wave of tingling heat rushing over me. I drag him closer, flinging my arms around his neck, and Reyes takes the invitation and rolls with it; he kisses me hard, deep, invading my mouth and leaving me breathless.

It’s the first time I’ve been kissed in nearly a decade.

If he’s really been celibate, it’s his first time since before the convergence.

And my God, it feels like I’ve been dying of thirst.

His arms wind around my waist and pull me closer, and I grip his shirt desperately as we finally break apart for air. He rests his head against mine and I close my eyes, going in for another kiss—but he stops me and looks away. It only lasts for a moment–then his amber eyes are locked on mine again, like he can’t stay away.

“We can’t,” he says.

“We are.”

“Tilda–” he sighs.

“Don’t ‘Tilda’ me,” I cut him off. “We’re doing this. Like you said, it’s fate.”

I lean in again, and this time he puts his finger to my lips. “This isn’t something we can just do,” he says. “If we…there are things you don’t know about lycans. About the way we’re built, how we…how we mate.”

“Somehow, that just makes me more intrigued.”

He chuckles. “God help me…you’re insatiable.”

“You have no idea,” I murmur against his finger.

And before he can pull anymore of this shit, I suck the digit into my mouth.

I’m a bit rusty at seduction, but there was a time when I was very good at it. Reyes isn’t immune to that, no matter how high and mighty he claims to be. His lips fall open and he takes a heated breath as I suck on his finger, and my pussy clenches when he rolls with it, going so far as to thrust his finger slightly deeper, again,again.His other hand is gripping my hip, thumb grazing over the scar underneath my dress, and my whole body is burning for him…

But he abruptly stops–sets both hands on my shoulders, his muscles tense to keep me away.

“Tilda,” he says, words pieced out to get the point across. “Wecannotdo this.”

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