Page 53 of Firedrake Betrayal
He circles my wrist. I stare down at his hand, asking myself how I can crave a person’s touch as much as I do his. He’s like a furnace, kicking off all this heat.
“I missed you.” I tear my gaze from his hand. His eyes are liquid gold. Wolf eyes. They only change like that when his emotions are strongest, he said. “We dug ourselves out of the compound ruin and you were gone.”
“Dominik transformed and took me to his New York penthouse, if you can believe it.”
“He said he bonded you. How?”
I lift my fingers to my throat. “He bit me. Here.”
“I don’t see any bite or even a scar.” Shep spends several seconds examining my throat, then bends his head and sniffs. “And you don’t smell like him.”
“It healed straight away, and I don’t know about the smell.” I sigh. “I have so many questions that no one can answer. Dad can’t talk to me, and Dominik would probably lie.”
“I can’t offer you answers, but I can offer you a hug if you want it,” he says.
My smile is faint.
“Yes, to the hug?” he asks.
I shake my head. “It’s probably not a good idea.”
“Because?”
“I might want more than a hug,” I quietly admit.
His cock swells against my backside, and his breath turns heavier as his head lowers. “That doesn’t sound like a bad thing to me.”
It doesn’t to me either.
His lips touch mine, and our kiss is soft. Sweet. He slips his hand under the hem of my shirt and deepens the kiss as he strokes his fingers along my bare thigh.
I part my legs for him, and he groans in approval, yanking the shirt up. One hand fists the material up over my hip as his other continues a slow and thorough exploration of my overheated body.
“Shep,” I moan into his mouth.
He’s slowly pumping his cock against my back, rocking like he can’t quite stop himself.
I’m getting a crick in my neck when he breaks the kiss and spins me so we’re face to face.
A second later, I’m sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter, Shep nudging my thighs open as he steps close and reclaims my lips.
I stroke my hands over his shoulders, my fingers massaging hard muscle as I go on my own exploration of his back and the firm globes of his ass.
He growls in his throat, and the hungry sound makes my body soften and melt around his.
As he slips a hand between my thighs, his thumb edging under my panties, I swallow my moan.
Everyone is sleeping, so we have to be quiet.
But he’s rubbing his thumb on me and I’m whimpering much louder than I should. Too loud. He cradles the nape of my neck, slanting his mouth over mine to turn an already hungry kiss more potent.
He pulls his hand from between my thighs. Before I can do much more than make a soft sound of complaint, he lifts mefrom the counter and drags my panties off me. I have no idea where they land. I’m too busy leaning into his kiss as I shove his shorts down off his hips.
They make a soft thump when they land, barely audible over our skin slapping together, when Shep yanks my shirt up and drags us close.
Skin to skin. Heart to heart.
I wrap arms and legs around him, eyes closed, loving every second of being this close to him.
