Page 36 of Wolf Bonded (Rejected Moons 2)

“Should I do something?”

“No. They’re not pissed atyou. It’s just been a hectic couple of days.” She frowns, then picks up a torn cloth napkin that was lying on the bar. She rips it along the tear and tosses most of it aside, so she’s just holding a narrow strip of cloth. “Come here?”

I frown, wondering what she wants, but I approach her anyway.

She hands me the cloth and turns around on the bar top so that her legs are now dangling down behind the bar. She gathers her thick hair up in one hand.

“Can you tie that for me?” she asks.

“Okay.” I wrap the strip of cloth around her hair like a ribbon and tie it tightly, leaning close to do so.

And I inhale the scent of her.

Holy shit. This is what sunlight must smell like. Fresh and clean and warm…without thinking, I’m running my fingers along the line of her neck, down to her collarbone.

Her breath hitches.

I feel so attuned to her right now. It’s like I know exactly what she’s feeling. It’s almost as if I’m feeling it myself.

She leans into my touch. She’s asking for more.

I am suddenly aware of just how much I’ve wanted to touch her for the past week. It feels like I’m finally breathing after not being able to get enough air.

I reach around and unfasten her jeans with my free hand. My other hand slides down the neck of her shirt to her breast. Her head falls back on my shoulder and she gasps, arching into my touch.

I know exactly what she wants from me, with as much certainty as if she had just said the words aloud. I canfeelwhere her body needs my touch.

We were so connected when we used our magic together. We were like one person.

Could we possibly be so lucky as to have that connection last?

I slide my hand into her pants, and she lifts her hips to meet me. She’s already wet. I can feel my own body responding. I need to be inside her.

I climb up onto the bar and pivot her sideways, easing her down onto her back. She stares up at me with something like wonder, one foot braced on the bar, the other leg dangling off the side.

I grab her pants by the waist and pull them off her.

I groan at the sight of her. Her shirt is riding way up on her belly, barely covering anything now. The tight ponytail I tied for her is falling loose, and her thick, dark curls are spilling over the mahogany bar. She’s a mess. A beautiful fucking mess.

I kneel back to remove my own pants and give myself a few quick strokes. Emlyn watches me like I’m the most fascinating thing she’s ever seen. Her breathing is faster as she watches me touch myself. Color is rising in her cheeks.

She fucking loves this.

I lean over her, supporting myself on one hand.

“Yeah?” I ask.

She nods. “Please.”

That is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

I hesitate for a moment. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I have a feeling it’s going to be like nothing else I’ve ever experienced in my life.

Then, slowly, I enter her.

Oh.

It’s like sparks are going off behind my eyes. I’m not even coming—not yet, although I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold off—but the pleasure is so foreign and wild that I feel like I’m losing my mind.

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