Page 18 of Naughty Elf: Aster

“I think we did, a few times,” he agreed.

“But we come from such different worlds.” I chewed on my lip, still trying to come up with a way to express it. “If we’re mates, then don’t we want to be together all the time?” I knew I did. Blindingly quickly, but that was how mating worked.

“I do want to be with you all the time.”

“But where? Are shifters even allowed at the North Pole?” I didn’t know anything about it.

“I don’t know. Or even whether I will be allowed there anymore.”

“And does that make you sad or homesick?”

“Daddy, naptime over.” At Noel’s sweet voice from the doorway, we jerked farther apart like guilty teenagers. “I am hungry for dinner.” He came and plopped down on my lap. “Hi, Mr. Aster. Can you make meat loaf that looks like cookies?”

Chapter Thirteen

Aster

I stayed in the living room with Snowball on my lap as Wolfe helped get Noel settled into bed. He had to be exhausted. Goodness knew I was. We played hard, and it was everything.

“He’s already out.” Wolfe squatted in front of me. “And you, Snowball, you need to sit over here a minute.” He slid his hands under the sleeping kitten and moved them over to a cushion they had commandeered earlier. “Sleep well little one, Daddy has plans.”

“Plans?”

“Yeah, plans. There’s something I need to do.” He held my cheeks and sealed his lips to mine, kissing me with so much passion, I felt tingling again, only this wasn’t elf magic; it was all Wolfe. “I needed that.

“Me too.”

Wolfe’s lips met mine again, but this time it was different, soft and warm. My breath caught in my throat as he pressed closer, deepening the kiss. This wasn’t about wanting to act on our attraction; it was more. I could feel it through every fiber of my being.

I pulled back slightly, searching his blue eyes. “Are you sure about this?” I whispered, not wanting to wake Noel in the next room.

“I’m sure, Aster,” he breathed. “I want you as my mate.”

His words sent more tingles through my body. I inhaled deeply, drinking in the omega wolf’s intoxicating scent—fresh pine needles and sweet honey mixed with nutmeg. Yummy, delicious nutmeg. My alpha instincts roared to life, urging me to claim him, mark him as mine.

They needed to simmer down. There was time for that later. Now was time for kissing.

I captured his mouth again hungrily, my tongue delving past his parted lips to taste him fully. Wolfe moaned and melted against me, his arms wrapping around my neck. We could stay here like this or head to his room where we had guaranteed privacy. I chose the second.

In one swift motion, I lifted him into my arms, relishing the feel of his lithe body pressed to mine.

Still kissing him feverishly, I carried Wolfe down the darkened hallway to his bedroom. I laid him gently on the bed, our lips parting only briefly before crashing together once more in a tangle of lust and need.

I couldn’t remember ever being this hard before. As our kiss broke, both of us needing air, I took his hands and helped him stand.

“We are entirely too clothed for this.” I gave his hands a squeeze.

“Agreed.” His lips were slightly swollen. Scrumptious.

We stripped off each other’s clothes, our movements unhurried and deliberate. Each touch, each caress, each article of clothing that fell to the floor had us one step closer to where we both wanted to be—together.

I traced my fingers over his body, committing every inch to memory, looking forward to doing the same with my tongue. I explored his every curve and valley, leaving a trail of goose bumps in my wake. My cock, hard and throbbing, ached to be inside him, but I forced myself to take it slow. Tonight was about savoring the moment, about making this memory last an eternity.

Once every article of clothing was gone and the scent of his slick filled the air, I guided him down on the bed, my lips leaving a trail of kisses down his chest, over his flat stomach,and finally resting at his happy trail. Wolfe was already hard, his cock glistening with a drop of pre-cum. I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer; I licked the drop away, savoring his sweetness and saltiness on the tip of my tongue.

Wolfe moaned, arching his hips against me, not so silently begging for more. I smiled, knowing I held all the power in this moment. I wrapped my hand around his length, stroking him in time with my mouth’s exploration of his body. I loved the way he squirmed under me, the soft gasps escaping his lips music to my ears.

I continued downward, kissing and nibbling along his inner thighs, edging ever closer to his slick entrance. I could smell his arousal, musky and rich, and it nearly had me coming, right then and there. Gently, I teased his entrance, circling it with my tongue before plunging inside the heat that awaited me.