Page 27 of Act of Brotherhood
Suddenly, the thought of forever with just one woman seemed like the best idea he’d heard all day. His wolf nudged him from within, agreeing with his assessment. It wanted this woman too—and not just for a one-night stand. No. It wanted him to hold tight to her and not let go.
Ever.
That in itself should have been enough to make him release her and run in the opposite direction. That wasn’t what happened. Her full, rosy lips parted and before Garth could stop himself, he bent his head and pressed his mouth to hers.
Her taste was out of this world. As if someone had dipped strawberries in powdered sugar. Pleasure shot through him so fast that he nearly came in his jeans right then and there on the sidewalk.
It was as if Freyja, the Norse goddess of love herself, had struck him with a bolt of desire too intense to deny. He was powerless against whatever was happening. He ate at her mouth and moaned passionately as he ground his body against hers.
Delirious from the intense need flashing through him, Garth continued to kiss the woman. She was like a drug. There was simply no other way to explain the all-consuming urgency he felt to continue his sensual exploration of her lips. His tongue was every bit the Viking he was as it plundered her sweet mouth. Her tongue met his with a fiery intensity that caught him off guard and turned him on more.
He moved, grinding himself against her. She had womanly curves that he wanted to run his hands all over before licking every inch of her. She was all woman, and he wanted to lose himself in her.
Mine.
The word raced through his mind and it was a wake-up call. He halted the kiss but kept his mouth on the woman’s. As Garth realized he was kissing a woman he didn’t know, and who he’d not gotten permission from, he began to draw back, prepared to be slapped across the face at the very least.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean—”
Grabbing hold of his T-shirt, the woman made a faint growling noise that appealed to his shifter side and yanked him back down to her. The next thing he knew, her lips were on his and their tongues were caressing one another once more.
He nearly exploded in his pants. That wasn’t something that happened to him. Ever. He had amazing self-control in the sex department. The female was shredding it with nothing more than a kiss.
An amazing fucking kiss, but a kiss all the same.
As her tongue slid around his, thoughts of having her lips on other areas swept over him, and he whimpered into her mouth. He wanted to lift her to get a better angle and devour her. Never before had a kiss been like this.
This fulfilling.
This erotic.
This close to making him embarrass himself.
The craziest part of it all was how much he didn’t care. Kissing a random woman on the street was out of the realm of norm, even in his world where nothing was as it seemed. He wanted to sink to the ground and lose himself in her silken depths. He wanted it like he’d never wanted anything in his long life.
The beauty put her palms against his chest and then pushed, not hard, but enough for Garth to know he should end the kiss. He didn’t want to end it. But he did.
Reluctantly, he drew his lips from hers and instantly mourned the loss. His entire body tingled with raw possessiveness for the woman against him. He wanted to ravish her. To mark her as his for always.
Always?
He stiffened but didn’t back away from the female. His thoughts went to the serum he’d agreed to test. Was it affecting him like it had Malik years ago? Would he need to be pinned down for hours? Did Auberi’s parting curse have weight?
Fucking Auberi probably slipped me something different.
Even with the knowledge that the vampire might very well have given him something that messed with his system, Garth didn’t step away from the woman. Instead, he stared down at her, doing his best to keep from reclaiming her lips with his. Resisting was hard to say the least, especially since her lips were now slightly swollen from their fervent interaction.
Garth was positive she was the single-most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He’d been around a hell of a long time and had lain eyes upon thousands and thousands of women. They all paled in comparison to the one standing before him. He couldn’t seem to stop himself as he reached out and pushed her silky hair behind her ears. His fingers skimmed her pale skin on the way back.
When he realized he’d not only kissed a stranger, but she’d kissed him back, a wry grin spread across his face.
She wanted him too.
Good.
“I really love modern women,” he said, his voice cracking slightly, making him sound like he was going through puberty.
“You’re not local.” The tiniest of tugs happened at the corner of the woman’s mouth before her eyes widened and she took one giant step back from him, like he was contagious or something. No sign of fear came from her. Which was good, because Garth wasn’t sure he’d have been able to handle it if she were scared of him in any way.
