Curse of the Wolf King - Tessonja Odette Page 0,109

tongue against mine in a languid caress, eliciting a moan from me. This is where it should end tonight, I know. We should ride the wave of this declining pace, take a step back, say goodnight.

As if he knows it too, he brushes his lips softly against mine but doesn’t pull away. Not yet. My heart sinks in anticipation of him doing just that. I’m not ready to let him go, not even for a single night. Not with the desire that continues to burn in my veins, throbbing with every beat of my heart. “Take me to your room,” I whisper against his mouth.

He stills, tensing against me. “Are you sure?”

My lips pull into a smirk, and I echo his own words back to him with just a hint of mockery. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

Matching my grin, he takes my hand in his and leads me out of the library and into the hall. A giddy excitement fills my heart as we move through the dark halls, making me feel younger, the way I felt the first time I fell in love. This, however, feels different. Elliot brings something new that I never felt before, a connection that was missing with Oswald and all my previous dalliances.

We reach a door not far from the library, and he pushes it open. Inside is a spacious bedroom with a neatly made bed at its center, plush rugs surrounding it, and a warm fire roaring in the hearth. He closes the door behind us, then faces me with a shy smile. It makes him look more youthful than ever, as if he too feels that echo of first love that has me so intoxicated.

“This is my room,” he says, a hint of a blush in his cheeks.

“I figured.” My voice comes out tremulous. Now that we’re in his bedroom, the same sense of shyness creeps over me that seems to have taken him. But the desire remains, buzzing from my head to my toes. It’s softer now, sweeter. I face him, bringing my hands to his shoulders as I meet his eyes.

I expect his lips to lower onto mine, but he hesitates. “I should tell you something,” he says, his blush deepening.

I furrow my brow. “What is it?”

He grimaces, as if he dreads what he’s about to say. “I’ve never,” he clears his throat, “taken a mate while in my seelie form.”

I stifle my urge to laugh, knowing it would only embarrass him more. Instead, I smile up at him. “First of all, you won’t be taking me at all, but making love to me. Second of all, I can help you get…acquainted with lovemaking.”

A mischievous grin tugs at his lips, and his body relaxes. Bringing his lips close to my ear, he says, “Tell me what you like.”

I kiss the corner of his jaw, then the lobe of his ear. “Undress me.”

He pulls back to eye my gown, the one he so adorably had made for me. He quirks a brow. “I don’t know much about dresses.”

Slowly, I turn around so the closures at the back face him. “Good,” I say. “I like it slow.”

He brings his hands to my shoulders, then slides them down my back until they reach the low back of the gown where the clasps are. Despite him having little experience with undressing a woman, he undoes the closures with ease, working in silence while his breath stirs the back of my hair. Then, with the back fully open, he slips his hands beneath the fabric and runs them down my arms, taking my dress with it. With one more tug past my hips, the dress falls to the floor in a puddle of silk and lace. I angle my head to meet his eyes but make no move to turn around.

“What else do you like?” he asks, pressing a kiss to my neck.

My breaths quicken as I take one of his hands in mine, then guide his palm over my breast. His other hand splays over my stomach, and I guide it down to the sensitive place between my thighs. He presses in close behind me, lips moving down to my collarbone. I turn my head to give him greater access, then close my eyes as his fingers light a fire as they move against me, achingly slow.

My legs begin to tremble, my knees growing weak as a whine escapes my lips. His grip tightens on me, and I feel