And why shouldn’t she? A sexy, slightly feral man was in her kitchen sniffing her and telling her she was ‘intoxicating.’ She was not fool enough to ruin a moment like this.
Gathering her courage, she started to turn…
Only for him to fix his teeth on the exposed skin of her neck and growl.Growl.
She froze, understanding it was a warning for her not to run. What human man did stuff like that? Certainly not one she’d ever heard of. But it didn’t curb her desire in the least. Rather, it inflamed it.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered. “Promise.”
The teeth lifted from her skin. Intuitively, she sensed he was making a concession, and she wanted to prove it was the right choice. Still holding onto that courage, she turned until she was facing him.
She craned her head up to look at him, and her heart skipped a beat.His eyes.There was something otherworldly about them, the amber glow just a little too bright. In fact, all of him was otherworldly. The tilt of his head, his fluid movements that belied his impressive size…
As if to prove her point, his nostrils flared as he drew in another breath, and she knew he was smelling her again. And judging by the way his eyes darkened, he still found her intoxicating.
She swayed into him, thoroughly seduced by his strangeness. At the first brush of her breasts against him, all the breath gusted out of her, and she heard him growl again.
He’s actually growling! What is happening right now?
She didn’t care. She craned her head back, and her heart pounded as he stooped to her level.
He was going to kiss her. Somewhere in her head, there was a version of herself running around in circles, ringing bells and shouting in a loudspeaker,He’s going to kiss me, he’s going to kiss me, he’s going to kiss—
Their lips brushed, and her erratic thoughts ground to a halt. She pressed a little closer, taking a risk, and that deep growl rumbled in his chest again. She couldn’t breathe and yet was lightheaded from an over-intake of oxygen at the same time.
When they brushed a third time, she pushed fully into the kiss until their lips aligned. For a moment, he kissed her back, tilting his head to fit them better together.
But then he pulled back. “Your taste…” His gaze flicked between her eyes and mouth several times. “I want more.”
“Kiss me again.” Was that her voice? Was she the ballsy woman who’d just said that out loud?
A wild look came into his eyes, and he leaned in and captured her lips again, this time without softness or hesitation. Fingers threaded into her hair, the tips digging into her scalp.
Thesharptips. Almost like… claws?
Didn’t matter. She was lost to the kiss, to the feel of his big body surrounding her and the dark, spicy scent of him. Yes, his scent. Maybe he was making her feral too, because suddenly, she understood the urge to bury her nose in his neck and sniff.
Just as suddenly as he started the kiss, he stiffened and pulled back. His fingers tightened in her hair almost to the point of pain, and he swung his head around toward the hallway.
“Someone is here.”
Her head spun from pleasure and the sudden shift in the atmosphere. “I don’t hear anything.”
“I smell them.”
He pulled her closer, a growl rumbling in his chest, this one scary instead of seductive.
Banging sounded on the front door.
She glanced up at Mist. How had he known that? And who was knocking—?
“It’s me! Open up!” Iris’s muffled voice faintly carried down the hall.
She closed her eyes and groaned. “It’s my sister.”
The tension bled from Mist’s body, and the sting on her scalp lessened. “Your blood relation is here?”
“Yes, and I’m going to kill her.” She’d told Iris not to bother her again, and she knew it hadn’t been an hour since her last text, so she couldn’t use that as an excuse either. “Let me just go deal with her, and then I’ll be right back.”
