Page 42 of Alpha Wolf's Nanny
Their lips met softly, tentative, tasting, questioning. His mouth was warm, his breath uneven, and he didn’t deepen the kiss until she leaned in again, surer this time. Then it changed.
His hands rose to cup her face, large and careful, cradling her like she was something fragile, something precious. Shepressed closer, sliding one hand up into his hair, threading her fingers through the thick dark strands, feeling the heat of his body, the barely restrained strength in every line of him.
He kissed her like he was drowning, like this moment was the only oxygen he had left. And Cassie…Cassie kissed him back with everything she had, with every moment of longing, every breath she’d held since arriving in Silvermist, every dream she hadn’t dared name.
He tasted of forest air and firelight, of something wild and unrelenting. When his thumb stroked her cheek, she melted into the touch, her body drawn forward by instinct, by need.
One of his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, until she was all but folded into his lap. The blanket fell slightly askew, but neither of them cared. The kiss deepened, tongues tangling, breath stolen and shared. She felt like she was spinning and anchored all at once, lost in the sensation of his mouth on hers.
He groaned into her mouth, and she felt her lower core clench with need, with anticipation. With one, strong, fluid gesture, he grabbed her leg and wrapped it around his waist so that she was neatly straddling him. She slid forward, her covered core making contact with the hardness of him jutting through the blanket, and the delicious friction made her see stars.
“You’re so beautiful,” he growled, nipping at her jawline, pressing kisses down her neck as he rocked upwards against her. “So fucking beautiful.”
Her cheeks were on fire with the praise, but she didn’t care. All she could focus on right now was the sensations his hands sparked as they traveled over her body, settling at the dip of her waist.
Shamelessly, she ground down against him, desperate for the pleasure he was willing to give her. Every movement, every jolt sent sparks flying through her limbs as a familiar pressure built deep in her muscles. The roughness of her clothes, the scratch of the blanket, all of these sensations did nothing but heighten the delicious agony of what they were doing.
His lips found hers again, dominating and powerful, claiming every inch of her mouth with powerful strokes of his tongue. She whimpered, falling forward into his chest, his arms around her all that kept her grounded.
With one particularly savage thrust, she couldn’t help but moan into his mouth, and his responding growl sent her even closer to the edge. She couldn’t believe they were here. Couldn’t believe they were doing this. But she didn’t want to stop.
Closer and closer, she reached out for her pleasure, desperate for release. Felix’s hips moved under hers in a maddening pattern, grinding up into her, playing her body like a violin.
And suddenly, the wave crashed. Pure pleasure exploded behind her eyes as she wailed out her orgasm, rocking against him, her fingers digging into the thick muscle of his shoulders. He growled with masculine pride, grinning savagely as she collapsed against him, her breathing hitched and her limbs trembling.
She waited for him to move, to lay her down, to chase his own pleasure from her body. But the moment never came. He just breathed, ragged and heavy, his thumb stroking gently at her jaw.
“We should stop,” he whispered, his voice thick with barely-contained desire.
She looked up at him, heavy-lidded, her blood already beginning to sing for him to take her. “But—”
He captured her lips in a brutal kiss, but even through his lust, Cassie could feel the restraint in his muscles.
“We should stop,” he said again, leaning his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. “If we go any further, I won’t be able to restrain myself.”
She bit her lip, a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her. “What if I don’t want you to restrain yourself?”
His eyes darkened, and his hands tightened around her waist. In them, she could feel all the danger and passion that simmered just beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed.
“We stop,” he said, his voice final.
They sat like that for a long while, firelight flickering around them, breath mingling in the quiet space between. His fingers curled around hers again, gentle, grounding.
As her blood cooled, the sharp edge of her memory returned. The scrape on her collarbone ached dully beneath her shirt. Her heart beat too fast, not just with want, but with warning. She pulled back slowly, breathless, her forehead resting against his.
When he finally spoke, it was barely more than a murmur against her temple. “You undo me, Cassie. Every time.”
Her heart thudded. “You undo me, too.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Get some sleep.”
She glanced back at the tent, then to him with eyebrows raised in silent question.
He chuckled. “You’ll be taking the tent. I’ll sleep out here. There isn’t enough space in there for both of us.”
Cassie sighed in disappointment, but obeyed him, rising from his lap and turning to let him adjust himself.
As she retreated into the tent, skin still buzzing, head pounding, she heard a crack of bones and the rustle of fur. When she turned back, she couldn’t help the instinctive spike of anxiety at seeing the enormous wolf staring back at her.
