Page 19 of The Wolf's Appetite
His mouth moved over mine, claiming, devouring me. And I let him. Let myself fall into everything that this Lycan male was giving me.
I became intoxicated by thedesirethat had been building for far too long.
There was no gentleness in the way Lennox kissed. It was all hunger and punishment and unspoken need. His tongue swept past my lips with a growl caught in his throat, licking deep, claiming every inch like he was fucking my mouth with his.
My back arched, chest crushed to his, heat curling between my thighs as my pussy flooded. His tongue moved with the same filthy rhythm his hips would have if we were naked and desperate.
I moaned into him, drowning in the slick slide ofour mouths, lost in the way his teeth grazed my bottom lip before he bit down just enough to make me gasp.
Each movement, each stroke, was a promise—this wasn’t just a kiss. It was sex in every way.
When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathing hard, our foreheads resting together, the storm raging outside was nothing compared to the storm raging inside me.
“I donna kno’ what this is,” he rasped, his thumb brushing over my lower lip, swollen from his kiss.
“Neither do I,” I whispered back, my eyes meeting his, seeing theconfusionthere but also thewant.
“I have a lot of fooking issues, lass, and shouldn’t even be thinking of… whatever this is between us.” He exhaled. “But I donna want it tae stop,” he growled, his eyes flashing with a heat that made me shiver.
“I donna want it tae stop, either,” I whispered, and at that moment, I didn’t care about anything else.
Not the danger that terrified this proud, strong, and fearsome Lycan prince.
Not even fear.
I only wanted to focus onhim.
Onthisand us.
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LENNOX
I’d kissed her.
Gods help me—I’dkissedher.
Tasted her. Claimed her mouth like she wasmine. Like my wolf had risen and she was my fated mate.
And she hadn’t stopped me.
Now she stood in front of me, breathless, lips kiss-swollen, cheeks flushed, and the softest pant leaving her mouth like she was struggling to find air. And the way she stared at me— like she wanted me to devour her—was damn near my undoing.
I stared down at her, my chest heaving with something I didn’t have a name for. My blood burned. My body ached. And yet, the silence of my wolf—the vast, empty void where my Lycan should be—remained.
But… there had been something. A stir. A whisper of something more.
Her. Aisling had brought that out in me, and I wanted more. For the first time in my life, especially after my accident, I felt fucking alive.
My gaze dropped to her mouth again, then lower to the rapid rise and fall of her chest beneath her thin blouse. Her nipples pressed against the fabric, hard peaks that made my body throb with need.
I pulledher toward me again, watching the way her eyes fluttered shut right before our mouths crashed together once more.
This time, the kiss wasn’t soft in any sense of the word. I wasn’t hesitant. It wasviolentwith all my passion I had built for her.
It had been weeks—months—of this confusing tension rising in me until I couldn’t control it any longer. Not when the very thought of Aisling getting hurt—or worse—exploded in me.
I caught her bottom lip with my teeth and bit down gently before I soothed the sting with my tongue. Aisling moaned against me, and that sound—fuck, that sound—shattered what little restraint I had left.
