Page 44 of Howl You Doin?
“Fuck you, Connor.”
I laugh when she moves away, quickening my steps to meet her stride. “Aww, love. I thought you’d never ask, but no wonder you’re so tense.”
She eyes me as if I have grown two heads at the charm I’m putting on. Normally, I would agree with her, but now that I know it’s only the wolfsbane in her perfume, I can control myself. Her scent is so interesting and now smells so sweet—a thorough shagging could do us both some good.
“We fight for a month solid and now you want to tease?”
“Who’s teasing?”
Her mouth clenches, a look of fury on her face that makes my cock twitch in my pants. She comes to a standstill.
“What is this, some kind of cruel joke to you? Do you just go around trying to pity fuck women?” Anger and something else is apparent in her tone and all amusement from the moment is gone.
I frown at the words, a little taken aback. “Whitley.”
“Save it, Connor.” She turns to go back the way we came, and I snatch her wrist in my hand, unable to identify the emotion thundering in my chest.
“Does this seem like it’s a pity fuck to you?” I take her hand and shove it at my aching dick, forcing her to feel how hard she makes me.
She has no idea—no one does—that she brings me to the point of pain and always has, but now her scent is soft, sensual, and alluring. I think my being in her bedroom too long has broken something in my nose because I would give just about anything to fuck this woman and get her out of my system for good.
“I swear to you, I won’t give you my cock until you beg. Just let me touch you.”
Her mouth turns into a plush, round O of shock as she tries to snatch her hand away.
“Can I kiss you?” I ask, moving into her space as my gaze drops to her mouth.
She quirks up a brow, and her teeth come out to nibble at her bottom lips like that’s exactly what she wants. “You’re actually asking this time?”
I nod, tugging her into my arms when she doesn’t offer a rejection. Her amber eyes drop to my mouth as she licks at the seam of her lips, and something in me snaps.
I pull her along the pathway and duck into the entrance to the hedge maze. My mouth is on hers in an instant, and I groan at the taste of her. She mewls like a kitten in the back of her throat, and it drives me up the wall. Growling, I grab her ass and lift her up, wrapping her legs around me and grinding my hard cock against her.
Holy . . . fuck me.
Her hands come up to fist my hair as we attack each other, tugging and pulling while our mouths try to inhale one another. She manages to whimper between kisses, her body temperature heating like an inferno, and the smell of her arousal is like a shot of Viagra.
I grind into her as weeks of need crash through me like a freight train going off the rails. My hands clench and knead her arse in encouragement as she grinds back, greeting me thrust for thrust, while her arms tighten around my neck. I’m not even inside her, and she’s making my eyes want to roll back.
Seems like I’m not the only one who has been desperate, since her strong legs grip and flex around my waist as if she’s trying to climb me like a tree.
I pause after a split-second of clarity, when I realize what we’re doing—outside and so close to the castle, no less. Shit. I just wanted to talk to her about what happened the other day in her bedroom, and the way she makes need twist in me has me trying to dry hump her against a damn hedge.
She doesn’t let up, her lips trying to devour mine, and I practically growl when she grinds against my cock just right.
“Why did you stop?” she asks, her mouth breaking away so she can look at me with panting breaths.
“We’re outside,” I say with a groan, trying not to lose it and hold my baser self in check.
It may be spring now, but the snow has only recently melted, and it’s still cold as shit for a human.
“Oh no you don’t.” Her gaze narrows at me, eyes blazing. “You started this, and I need to comenow.” A tremor runs through her body, and her nails dig into the back of my neck, making my hair stand on end. “Like... right now.”
Eyebrows in my hairline, I manage to pry her off, and she looks at me as if I’ve stolen her favorite vibrator from her and broken it.
A laugh escapes me as I cover her mouth with mine, slipping my tongue past her lips to show her I have no intention of stopping. Not when I can finally get a piece of her.
I pull away, my words a rumble against her lips. “Let’s find somewhere more discreet, then. Come here.”
