Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
“I donna want it tae stop, either,” I whispered, and at that moment, I didn’t care about anything else.
Not the danger that terrified this proud, strong, and fearsome Lycan prince.
Not even fear.
I only wanted to focus on him.
On this and us.
12
LENNOX
I’d kissed her.
Gods help me—I’d kissed her.
Tasted her. Claimed her mouth like she was mine. Like my wolf had risen and she was my fated mate.
And she hadn’t stopped me.
Now she stood in front of me, breathless, lips kiss-swollen, cheeks flushed, and the softest pant leaving her mouth like she was struggling to find air. And the way she stared at me— like she wanted me to devour her—was damn near my undoing.
I stared down at her, my chest heaving with something I didn’t have a name for. My blood burned. My body ached. And yet, the silence of my wolf—the vast, empty void where my Lycan should be—remained.
But… there had been something. A stir. A whisper of something more.
Her. Aisling had brought that out in me, and I wanted more. For the first time in my life, especially after my accident, I felt fucking alive.
My gaze dropped to her mouth again, then lower to the rapid rise and fall of her chest beneath her thin blouse. Her nipples pressed against the fabric, hard peaks that made my body throb with need.
I pulled her toward me again, watching the way her eyes fluttered shut right before our mouths crashed together once more.
This time, the kiss wasn’t soft in any sense of the word. I wasn’t hesitant. It was violent with all my passion I had built for her.
It had been weeks—months—of this confusing tension rising in me until I couldn’t control it any longer. Not when the very thought of Aisling getting hurt—or worse—exploded in me.
I caught her bottom lip with my teeth and bit down gently before I soothed the sting with my tongue. Aisling moaned against me, and that sound—fuck, that sound—shattered what little restraint I had left.
I lifted her off her feet with a growl, backing her into the nearest wall. Her legs wrapped around my waist like instinct–like need–and I pressed my hips to hers, grinding hard enough to draw a gasp from her throat.
Her pussy heated against me… I felt it even through our clothes, and it made my hard cock throb.
This had to be real. She had to be my fated mate. I’d never felt desire or lust, never had a fucking erection. I wasn’t made to feel these things unless I found the one being meant to be mine. And yet, my wolf was silent.
It was infuriating and fucking frustrating.
She moaned again, pulling me from my inner thoughts.
“I’m so wet,” she murmured, and I wondered if she realized she’d said that out loud. It was fucking hot as hell.
I let my hand slide down the curve of her thigh, gripping hard enough to leave marks, then up—higher and inward—until my palm pressed between her legs.
Gods. Even through her clothing, I felt how soaked she was.
And it was for me.
“Aisling,” I groaned against her neck, my voice raw and ruined. “Ye smell like fucking God sent ye just for me.” I inhaled deeply, scenting her. Her arousal was sweet.
She whimpered as I rubbed slow circles over her pussy, wishing she was bare so I could feel how hot and slick she really was for me.
I felt the outline of her lips beneath her pants and panties. My cock strained painfully against my pants and still… no wolf. Not even a whisper.
Only me. Just human. Mortal. And wanting her like a fucking fiend.
But then—a flicker. A pulse. Faint. Gone before I could hold on to it. Was it my beast? My other half? Or just my imagination?
I pressed harder, then, without thinking and just needing, I set her down enough to tear away at her pants and panties. And gods help the both of us… she let me.
I had Aisling back in my arms and pressed to the wall seconds later. I slid my fingers between her thighs and finally touched bare, silken heat.
Her breath hitched, her forehead falling to my shoulder as I teased her entrance. Fuck. She was tight. Hot. And so damn drenched for me.
Perfect.
I wasn’t going to survive this.
“I canna—” Her voice trembled. “Lennox…”
I stilled. “Do ye want me tae stop?”
She lifted her face. Her eyes—those expressive and beautiful as hell eyes—were wild and glassy with need.
“No. Ne’er,” she whispered. “I just… I donna understand what this is. I donna understand what I’m feeling,” she admitted.
“Neither do I,” I rasped, resting my head against her forehead. “But I canna stay away from ye, Aisling. I tried. I swore I’d keep my distance.”
Her hips rolled against my hand. I knew what my female needed, and every part of me wanted to give her everything.