Page 48 of Promise of the Wolf Moon

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Seff had taken my hand. We’d walked out of the larder with one thing in mind. Making out.

I had a few other things on my mind—the three Ms—Marking. Making love. Mating.

Each step along the wooden walkway to my yurt was like a pounding drumbeat in my blood. All the things I wanted to do with Seff. Gods, I’d never had such erotic thoughts before. Not even at the full moon, when my sexual fantasies were seemingly at their peak.

I glanced back at him and pulled a funny face. “Race you.”

He grinned, his dark eyes curving into those sweet crescent moons as he released my hand, and we took off.

He let me win, then followed me inside and kicked the door shut behind us.

This is it.

In all my excitement, I couldn’t help but giggle a little.

Seff was the male I’d dreamed of all my life. The male I would mate with, mark as my own, share my life with. If the ancient gods allowed, I’d raise the twins with this loving male. And if the moon blessed us, we’d have a few offspring of our own.

The joy of the moment overwhelmed me.

“Seff.” His name came out in a husky whisper.

He cupped my face as he drew me to him. Then, his mouth was on mine, a slow, sweet press of his soft lips. His muscular chest was warm and hard beneath my fingertips. I gasped as his tongue swept along my bottom lip and found its way into my mouth. He moaned, and my knees went weak. We breathed each other’s air as we explored each other’s mouths. We nipped and sucked and licked as though we had all night and all day, maybe all the following year.

I loved kissing him. Loved the taste of his mouth and the soft brush of his whiskers against my nose and chin. Loved the warmth of the big rough hands holding my face so gently, like something precious and perfect. I loved his pine-forest, green-apple scent filling my lungs with each inhale of breath.

And I loved how every part of me needed every part of him.

I gripped his forearms and pulled my mouth from his long enough to whisper, “Make love to me.”

“Slow down, darlin’,” he murmured against my lips. He licked a path along my jawline to my earlobe. “We got all night.”

Warmth slid through my body, causing a rush of liquid heat before it settled low in my abdomen and between my legs.

“That may be so,” I moaned. He nipped lightly at my ear, causing a shiver all along my spine. “But why wait?”

“Not waiting. Taking the time to do it right.”

“Time.” I sighed as he kissed my neck. “Whatever we’re feeling for each other isn’t going to pass or disappear over time.” I paused and touched his cheek, ensuring I had his full attention. “You sense the connection, too.”

His dark eyes never left mine. With him so close, I had to crane my neck to look up at him. His warm, calloused hands cupped my cheeks as he gazed down at me.

“Yeah, I feel it. That’s how I knew you were crying last night. And no, I don’t suppose these feelings are ever gonna pass.” The smile he gave me was touched with sadness. “I know you gotta grieve, darlin’. I know you’re gonna take a hell of a lot more moments to process all you’re goin’ through right now. Take your moments. I promise to give you all you need. It breaks my heart to see you going through this. Still, I can’t help but feel like the luckiest male in the world to be sharing your grief with you and givin’ you comfort through it.”

Tears burned my eyes. In my wildest dreams, I could never have imagined a male more understanding, more patient, and more perfect. His mouth came back to mine. With each deep stroke of his tongue and soft press of his lips, he steadily built a blazing fire inside me.

He gripped the back of my neck and whispered in my ear, “I want you, Des. I need you. I want to give you thousands of hot, wet, sweaty, full-body orgasms that will curl your cute little toes. I want to spread you out and trail my tongue along every inch of you. I’m going to mate with you, sink my teeth into you and take your blood inside me, seal this bond we feel for each other.”

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