Her mouth was pillowy soft as he forced her lips to part, and he drove his tongue forward to taste her.Sweet, fucking, ambrosia, the flavor of her had every cell in his body tearing apart and fusing back together.In just one taste, Morlie had gone from being what he wanted to what he needed to live.
Nothing in this fucked-up world made sense to him anymore outside of her.All in a kiss, she was destroying the fiber of his make-up.He pressed in further, licking and stroking every inch of her mouth as he wanted to do to every part of her body.
She didn’t fight him.She didn’t try and pull from his hold but instead greeted his oral assault with mind-throttling acceptance.Morlie went from swirling her tongue around his to sucking his dexterous member.
Shit, her mouth was made for kissing and fucking.
Damn it, he wanted her.Feeling her eager response made him want to lay her before him on the ground and bury his cock inside of her, bite her, and put his claim on her.
But Chanin knew he could not do that now.Not because they were still too close to the dragon-shifters, to hell with them.No.He must present her before his Pack.His Pack had to see him declare with pride and assurance that she was his, leaving no doubt.Only then would her mark not be judged or disdained.
As he continued to kiss her, he lowered his hand from her face to the side of her thigh.Chanin dragged the tips of his fingers along the hem of her short skirt.The damn short material had shifted along her skin as she had walked around with her sister and driven him fucking crazy.She may have been his mate, but Chanin didn’t miss the appreciative and lascivious glances from too many Drahks.He’d wanted to tear into the territory and rip out just as many throats.Hell, he was a part of a group that didn’t bat an eye when someone shifted from wolf to human and paraded through their area naked.
His ex did it often and frequently got wolf calls that hadn’t caused him to unleash even a single claw.But the jealousy he experienced with Morlie was different—an intrinsic case of possession.
He nipped the pouty bottom lip he had fantasized about so many times that he lost track.
“Chanin?”Her beautiful almond-shaped, hazel eyes filled with question as she stared at him.
He’d never been so grateful for his wolf senses.Even though the dark-purple sky had turned the woods around them into shadows and avant-garde shapes, he could see her clearly.Her lips were damp and swollen from his kisses, and her eyes once had been green with big, brown flecks, but now those speckles had an amber reflection on them.The sight let him know that the minuscule amount of serum he’d allowed when he nipped her was affecting her.
She wasn’t a wolf.Yet.But she wasn’t entirely human anymore, either.
That made him smile.
Lifting a hand, she traced the tilt of one corner of his mouth.
He didn’t answer the curiosity in her gaze.Instead, he said, “You’ve consumed my mind and body.”
“You’re not the only one afflicted.”Her hand slid over his chin.
“Oh, little bunny.You’ve no idea just how I want to afflict you.”He threw her word back at her.
Heat flared in her gaze, and her fingers trembled.When she glanced away to continue her exploration, Chanin allowed it.She tripped her delicate fingers down his neck and caressed his collarbone.Then, her touch stopped.
“Are you naked?”She shifted away and faced him only to step close to him again before her gaze could get further than his bare chest as she closed the gap and gasped.
The material of her skirt brushed his cock, and he thickened more.He closed his eyes briefly and inhaled to keep a hold of his control.
“Have you been—” she swallowed, “naked?”
Peeling his lids open and looking down at his mate, he let a wolfish grin curl his lips.He pressed his hands to her lower back and held her small frame tight against him.He stared down at her, saying, “You’ll get used to it.I was in wolf form.”
“But the dragon-shifters are still clothed when they shift back.”
He arched a brow.Chanin knew that she had been living with them for some time, but he didn’t particularly care for her comparing his kind to them, and finding his people lacking.“We’re all different.And there’s no shame to either of the forms the Great Spirit has given us,” he grit out.
“I didn’t mean to offend—”
“Then don’t.”He snapped his teeth.
Morlie’s eyes clouded but not with the fear he expected to see, but something darker, carnal.She rolled in her bottom lip and sank her teeth into it.
He growled at both her responses.He couldn’t help thinking about seeing her with canines.
“What now?”
“You’re coming back with me.”
