Page 49 of Promise of the Wolf Moon

“Yes, Seff, please.” My skin flushed as everything inside me tightened and swelled with the new rush of heat. “I’ve never had a full-body orgasm before.”

I wasn’t sure I’d ever experienced a full orgasm. Till had been overly controlling that way. Everything Seff made me feel was like nothing I’d felt with Tillman.

Damn, I hated when my mind drifted off, rifling through the comparisons between the male in my arms and the one who’d used me.

And then Till was murdered.

“Des?” Seff’s eyes were full of concern.

“Sorry.” I released him and stepped back to catch my breath. “You make me feel so crazy good. And then, I remember how Tillman treated me and, even after all he did, I never wished him dead.”

Seff’s emotions mixed with mine, both of us wanting to—needing to—complete our bond in the most natural and primal way. But with every touch, every kiss, the circumstances of my past relationship—the relationship I’d thought I had gotten over—resurfaced and spoiled every precious moment.

“Do you want to have a conversation now?” he asked in a low, resigned tone.

“No.” I closed my eyes and felt my wolf claw at me in frustration. “No, I don’t want to talk.”

And neither did Seff. The evidence that talking was the last thing he wanted to do was plain in the bulge of his jeans.

I huffed out a stuttering breath. Suddenly feeling overheated, I unzipped my jacket and tossed it to the futon. My whole body trembled with a need I’d never experienced before. With Tillman, I’d never let my wolf loose. I’d caged her, controlled her, kept her hidden in fear she would strike out in self-defense. With Seff, there was no need. My wolf knew him, felt his soul, and wanted everything he would give.

“Please, Seff, no talking. Of all the things we can share, talking about the past is something I think we can wait on. This bond we share makes me feel like a little kid at the beginning of Winter Solstice.” I laced my fingers together and squeezed. “I’m impatient. I don’t want to wait twelve days for each little gift.” I reached out, brushing my fingertips over the faded denim jacket he hadn’t removed yet. “I want to unwrap all the presents at once and then sit back and enjoy them for the rest of my life.” I gave him what I hoped was a sexy little smile that hid how badly my belly fluttered.

He grinned. “No conversations. Just unwrapping?”

I grabbed his jacket lapels and nodded enthusiastically. “Yes.” I wanted to touch him. I needed to feel his skin on my skin, his body inside of mine. And, yes, I couldn’twaitto enjoy everything with him.

He scrubbed his hands down his face, but the action didn’t wipe away his broad smile. “This is definitely not goin’ the way I’d planned.”

“You had a plan?” Curious, I raised an eyebrow. “And how was this supposed to go?” I smoothed my hands inside his jacket and over his hard chest.

“Well, kisses were step one.” He took the hem of my sweater, pulled it up over my head, and tossed it on the futon next to my discarded jacket, leaving me only in my silk cami. “Step two.”

He touched my neck and watched as he traced the lacy lines of my tattoo. The thin cami strap fell away as he followed the sweeps and curls of my white wolf across my collarbone. I trembled. Below my belly button, a matching rhythm thrummed to the beat of my racing heart. All over my body, my skin tightened with each stroke of Seff’s finger. My breasts felt painfully heavy and sensitive. And, damn, I felt so good.

Seff broke the silence with a question. “How long did it take?”

“What?” The word came out as a sigh.

“Your tattoo.” He held a strange fascination in his eyes. “How long did it take?”

“Two weeks. Every day.” I slipped the other cami strap down, and the silky fabric slid off to bare my breasts.

Seff licked his lips as his eyes flashed heat. “Was it a male? A wolf?”

I lifted a brow. “Do you really want the details right now?”

He nodded as his finger moved down the inside of my bicep, his light touches a lightning bolt bursting through my body.

“Every day for two weeks?” His finger traced the lacy swirls to the crook of my elbow.

I shivered. “Yes.”

He swallowed. “Was he...did you...”

“Seff.” His coffee-colored eyes mirrored the anxiety and concern I felt coming off him. “No sex was involved.” His relief shuddered through me. “I promised you I wouldn’t hold anything back, and I won’t. I’ll tell you everything you want to know and why it took so long to complete. I’ll explain my relationship with the male who gave me this gift. But not right now.” I laced my fingers through the hair at his nape. “Right now is about us, together. Not our pasts.”

He shook his head. “There’s a hell of a lot I need to explain—”

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