Page 97 of Wolf Queen Ruin
Her arms wrapped around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair as she deepened the kiss.She tasted like midnight and illicit promises, a mix of her own unique flavor and the wild, free spirit that defined her.
I roamed my hands up her thin T-shirt, seeking out the curves and valleys of her body.Each line, each dip, each soft swell was a territory I wanted to explore, to claim, to memorize as if it were sacred ground.
She arched into my touch for more.Slowly, I peeled the shirt off her, revealing her bare chest to the night air.Her breath hitched as I traced the curve of her perfect breasts with my fingertips, her nipples hardening under my touch.
“Beautiful,” I murmured, leaning in to capture one peak between my lips.
She gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair, her hips rolling against mine in a rhythm that was pure temptation.I sucked gently, drawing out a soft moan from deep within her, a sound I wanted to hear again and again.I moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention, reveling in the way she squirmed on my lap.
But this wasn’t enough.It would never be enough.I wanted all of her.Every inch, every secret, every sound she could make.
I surged to my feet with her in my arms and laid her on the leafy ground, so similar to our first time in the jungle.She gave me a wicked grin and all but dragged me down with her.
Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps now, and heat radiated from her core, a promise of the pleasure to come.I trailed kisses down her body, from her collarbone to her stomach.When I reached the waistband of her sleep shorts, I paused, looking up at her to be absolutely sure she wanted this.
And that she could take what I desperately wanted to give her.
I doubted I could be gentle, not after three weeks of the most illicit fantasies about her I’d ever had about anyone.
She rasped out a laugh, her brown eyes sparkling with amusement.“I’ve been telling you yes since I met you, Damien.Do you need a neon sign?”
I chuckled.“Well, had I known that…”
“We could’ve been having wild monkey sex this whole time?”She nodded, a gorgeous flush painting down her chest.“Think of all the wasted opportunities.”
“And all the wasted time.A true tragedy.”I hooked my fingers into the band of both her shorts and panties and slowly pulled them down, revealing her completely.
The sight of her, bare and exposed, with the large engagement ring glinting on her finger, was enough to send a jolt of pure desire through me.I leaned in, breathing in the scent of her arousal, a heady mix of want and need that made my head spin.
She moaned, her voice laced with humor.“Says the guy with all the time in the world.You must have the patience of a saint.”
“When it comes to you?None whatsoever.”
With her, there would never be enough time.A hundred centuries wouldn’t suffice.
I wasted no more of that precious time.I dove in, tasting her with a hunger that was almost feral.She let out a cry, her hands clutching at my shoulders as I explored her with my tongue.I traced the lines of her folds, mapping out the terrain with an obsessive thoroughness that bordered on madness.Her sweet taste intoxicated me, a drug that left me craving more.I was lost in her, in the rhythm of her bucking hips, the sounds she made, the way she responded to my touch.
“Damien… Fuck…” she panted out.
I hummed against her, the vibration drawing out a sharp cry from her lips.
Her breaths came in gasps now, her body trembling with the effort to hold back.Her muscles tensed and released under my touch.I could feel the tension building within her, the coil tightening as I continued to lick and suck her most sensitive spots.
With a sudden jolt, she came, her whole body convulsing.I kept feasting while I guided her through her orgasm, drawing out every last shudder and aftershock.Once her body stilled, I looked up at her, meeting her gaze with an intensity that left no room for doubt.
I wanted her.All of her.Consequences, every single one of them, be damned.
Did that make me selfish?Without a doubt.But I’d felt her come undone beneath my touch twice now.There was no turning back.
Slowly, I stood and hovered over her.She looked up at me with trusting eyes, and I felt a surge of possessiveness, a need to protect and cherish her that almost overwhelmed me.She’d been through so much already, and yet here she was, open and vulnerable for me.A fae vampire who’d left a bloody trail of vengeance for my lost Summer Court behind me, and would continue that trail in front of me with assistance from the Shadow Fang.
Once we collected the pieces, I would declare war on the wolf shifters who had abandoned their allyship with the fae and allowed the downfall of the Summer Court.
Now, though… Now I would worship this former wolf shifter.
I stripped off my own clothes, revealing the pulsing, rigid evidence of my desire for her.She trapped her bottom lip between her teeth as her gaze found my cock, and she spread her legs wider.
“In case you think you need a written invitation,” she said, one eyebrow arched.
