Wolf Endangered (Willow's Forbidden Pack #2) - Avery Song Page 0,28

tempted me.

Maybe that was why my stalker tendencies helped ease the chaos within my mind. My obsession with Willow silenced the murmurs that sought my attention - the calls that begged for me to seek the roots of my frustration.

I'm not ready for any of that.

No matter how I was brought into and discarded from this world, I knew how serious it was to be a royal wolf. To carry royal blood and all the qualities that came with such a responsibility.

I didn't have the capacity to deal with my baggage, nor did I have the temperament. My mind was focused on Willow's salvation, because as of now, she was a danger to herself and I wouldn't allow her the privilege to spiral down that cyclone once again.

The gentle rawness of a kiss pressed against the middle of my back, sending shivers of heat and lust through me in seconds while that addictive aroma of cherry blossoms with hints of lavender tickled my nostrils.

There went the worries, frustrations, and hidden fears - tucked away into their rightful chest to be buried until the next moment of undistracted tranquility.

Now it was time to enjoy some Sugar.

"You're supposed to be sleeping."

My voice was far too tender in comparison to what I had in store for her - what I could already envision I'd be doing to her body while tugging at the pleasurable strings in her mind.

"I was."

Another shiver went down my spine, and I enjoyed the very movement of her lips against my flesh that grew hotter by the second.

"Then I woke up."

"And decided to intrude on my shower?"

She actually giggled, and the purring vibrations that followed after another tender kiss made me lose the patience to keep toying with her.

I turned very slowly, shielding her from the stream of hot water. It wasn’t like she wasn't already drenched from head to toe, but it allowed me to watch as the remaining beads rolled down her face and fell from the ends of her long, straight strands. I watched the fascinating movement of those droplets running down her naked body.

She already held far too many hickeys across her skin to count, but I was already deciphering where the next set of pleasurable punishments would be placed - every spot with a different level of biting force.

"I wasn't intruding," she dared to say as those lustful eyes of scorching blue bored into mine. "I was invited."

"Oh really?" I couldn't help but be drawn in as she slowly bit her lip while she leaned right into my gravitational pull.

"Mhmm."

"What makes you think I invited you, Sugar?" If she didn't speak fast enough, I wouldn't give her another chance to defend herself until she was lost within the spiraling whirlwind of ecstasy against this steamy glass wall.

"You only leave the door unlocked for me."

Those smooth, wet lips teased my bottom one, brushing ever so slightly while the palpitating sensual force between us could make my ears ring.

We shared a look of pure vulnerability, and it made me smile because my whole world was standing right here.

Naked, baring my brand upon her flesh, and chosen by Mother Moon herself.

"Ain't that the truth, Sweet Willow," I rumbled against her lips. I knew I wouldn't be able to tame myself any longer.

I need you.

Neither of us could say anymore - our bodies closing the distance as her mouth took the lead by slamming against mine. My groan was loud, a sigh of relief that echoed against the glass walls that were covered with steam.

I allowed her this moment to be in full control, for her tongue to slip into the safety of my mouth and explore my walls and entwine with my tongue. But it only took a minute to awaken the hungry beast within me, and I pressed her against the wall and kissed her mercilessly.

She melted into my touch, moaned with every kiss, and allowed herself to succumb to every touch that brought her closer to her approaching orgasm. I wanted her to cum just by touch. To be so turned on with every kiss, lick, and bite against her flesh that she'd have no choice but to submit to the rush of euphoria that would consume her at any second.

"Moan my name, Sugar," I quietly ordered, leaving out any source of my authoritative manner to let her body cum when it was ready to.

She didn't delay. I felt the rush of her climax crash through our connection, and my name slipped out of her