Page 33 of Wolf Promise
She exhaled, her breath hot against his neck.“Um. So Arek and Laney told me about the wolf shifter thing.”
Despite the serious topic she brought up, Bolt’s erection strained harder against the fly of his pants. He grabbed Regina’s hand and pulled her toward the edge of the dance floor and out one of the glass doors leading to a balcony.
"What are you doing?" She looked startled.
"I needed some fresh air." He needed cold air, or even better, a cold shower.“And we’ll get more privacy out here.”
She rubbed her arms, looking out at the view. "Well, it's definitely refreshing."
"You're cold." Stating the obvious, genius. But most of his blood had headed south, so his cognitive functions were sorely lacking at the moment. He took off his jacket and draped it around her shoulders.
"Thanks." She smiled up at him and cuddled into the garment.
Her scent mixing with his alerted his wolf. Ours.
If he didn’t know it already, his wolf had obviously claimed her as his mate. But that would have to be a future conversation. Right now, there was only one thing he needed to know before he kissed her again. “Does it bother you that I am a wolf shifter?”
She leaned back, her gorgeous blue gaze searching his. “No. Does it bother you that I?—"
Thank Odin, she accepted him fully. The need to kiss her rose with a desperate urgency. Bracketing her face with his palms, he leaned down and claimed her lips.
Regie froze, and he immediately pulled back, but then she leaned in, pressing her hot mouth against his. He groaned and tilted his head to give her better access. She parted her lips, and his tongue slipped into her mouth.
She moaned deeply, driving him wild.
He caressed her back, moving his hand lower, and pressed her firmly against his hard ridge.
Her moan became a groan, and she interlaced her hands behind his neck, pressing herself against him.
He moved them further into the shadows of the balcony so that Regie's back touched the sidewall. Cradling her neck, he tilted her head so he could deepen the kiss. His tongue mated with hers.
She met him thrust for thrust.
Bolt grabbed her hips and lifted her so that she rode the top of his leg. Her thighs clamped down, and she nipped his lower lip. He took a deep breath to keep from coming on the spot. The ice queen had him on fire.
He needed to get closer, needed to feel her heat.In the back of his mind, a niggling awareness of going too fast, too far, tried to make itself heard.
But then his wolf whispered, mine, and it sounded so right.
His lips traced her jawline and down her neck. He licked the part of her cleavage that the gown exposed. When he reached the cleft between her breasts, he sucked her skin and bit down gently. His fingers traced the silky material of her dress down her thigh.
She moaned again as his hand stroked the back of her knee and then moved back up the front of her leg. When he reached the junction of her thighs, he had to stop and take a deep breath.
He rested his forehead against hers.
"Why did you stop?" Regie whispered against his neck.
"Where are your panties?" he growled.This woman would be the death of him.
He felt her smile against his hot skin. "This gown required me to go commando. I didn’t want any panty lines to show."She grabbed his hand that touched between her legs. "Higher," she said, guiding his hand to her damp core.
He slipped a finger inside her.
Regie whimpered when he pressed her clit with the pad of his thumb. “That feels so good,” she groaned.
He slipped another finger inside and listened to her rapid breathing and increased heart rate until he found the rhythm of pressure she liked best. "Come for me, Babe," he breathed in her ear. "Let me feel you climax."
She moaned loudly.