Page 63 of The Alpha Dire Wolf
Lincoln shook his head slowly, his mismatched eyes ablaze. “We both know you wouldn’t have kissed me like that if the idea wasn’t already in your head, Sylvie.”
He took a step forward.
The room shrank. My jaw quivered. I tried to retreat, to step back from him, but the floor was suddenly glue, pinning my feet in place despite the frantic calls coming from the one remaining part of my brain that worked. The intrigue promised in his words was too great.
“I’ve been thinking about kissing you,” he growled, taking another step forward and entering my personal space.
“Oh,” I whimpered. “Y-you have?”
He nodded slowly, never breaking eye contact. Blue and gold circles burned brightly, hypnotizing in their difference. “I’ve thought of kissing you many times. In many different ways. Each one would give you what you deserve. What you crave.”
My blood burned hotter with every word tumbling from his lips. The air in the room shimmered like a desert mirage.
“We’ve been down this path, Sylvie.”
A tiny exhale slipped from between parched lips. A crack in my defenses as he said my name, the sound pleasing to the ears. Pleasurable.
“You feel it.”
He was right in front of me now. Practically touching. Invading my space. Conquering it. The next step after that was reaping the rewards. Was I his reward?
“I feel it too,” he rumbled deep and gravelly, nearly caving my knees in with that admittance of his own wants. His own needs.
Me. I was what he wanted. What he desired.
“This is just the next natural step.” His hand came up to caress my jaw, tilting my head upward ever so slowly while he stopped my heart.
I fought against the shiver that sped down my spine when he brushed my cheek with the backs of his fingers. Tender. Gentle. Dominating. He was making me his without forcing a thing.
Now that was power.
“All I’m saying is I want a chance to show you howIwould do it.”
“You really know how to woo a girl,” I said in a rush, somehow finding a bit of a backbone that he hadn’t blown aside just yet. “Insulting her ability to kiss well just makes her want to do it again really bad. How did you know?”
Lincoln smiled widely, like a wolf about to devour its prey. “If you’re so upset and insulted by what I’m saying, blaming it all on the shock and anger, come on up here and show me how youreallykiss,” he taunted, pressing a finger to his lips.
It was my turn to laugh. “You can’t honestly believe I’m that gullible. Can you?”
“No. But it was worth a try, wasn’t it?”
I licked my lips.
Crap. Why did I do that? Why did I make them ready to be kissed while he could easily see? Stupid. That was stupid.
“I guess it wasn’t the worst attempt in the history of bad attempts,” I caved.
“Last chance to back out then,” he all but purred, once more cupping my jaw in his hand.
His grip was firm and commanding but not restrictive. Despite the predatory prowl, the billboard-sized proclamation of intent, he was still giving me a way out if I wanted it.
Lincoln was going to take, but he wasn’t going to force it on me.
And I didn’t step back.
His lips curled up in wicked delight, and then he bent over and kissed me. Hard. Firm. But somehow soft and full of desire at the same time. Heat seared through my brain as hekissedme,so very differently than the way I’d done it to him mere minutes earlier. This was a triumphant howl of victory, sealed between our lips, even as I rose on tiptoe to meet him.
Fresh hormonal chemicals took over, lighting me on fire from head to toe, his touch the ignition source. I couldn’t fight it. I didn’twantto fight it. What I wanted was him. All of him. His lips were scalding hot yet soft and full as he covered my mouth with the perfect amount of aggression. I surrendered, nanosecond by nanosecond, sinking deep into whoever, and whatever, Lincoln was. Whateverthiswas.
