Dark Wolf (Spirit Wild) - By Kate Douglas Page 0,91
a guy with most of the right stuff.
If only she could be sure about the rest of it.
They finished up. Sebastian wiped down the stove, and Lily put the rest of the dishes away, but there was no more talk of courtship. She leaned over to grab a napkin that had fallen to the floor. Sebastian planted his hands on her hips and rubbed against her bottom.
“Sorry, darlin’.” His voice held a low, sexy timbre that sent shivers along her spine. “You can’t tease a man like this and expect to get away with it.”
She glanced over her shoulder. “Tease?” Her voice sounded like it belonged to someone else. “All I did was bend over.”
“That’s all it takes when I’m around you.” The feral gleam in his eyes had her hot and ready within seconds. His hand sliding inside the waistband of her loose knit yoga pants found slick, wet heat between her thighs.
The cottage was bright with morning sun, the day would be filled with their visit to Eve and worry about the rogue wolves, but right now it was just Lily and Sebastian in her sun-warmed kitchen, with the scent of bacon and fried potatoes in the air.
And Sebastian. His masculine scent filled her nostrils and teased her senses like nothing else. She gave him a knowing glance and then grabbed the slick granite counter and hung on while he shoved her pants down to her knees.
He dropped to his knees behind her and his big hands clasped her thighs. She’d expected the thick head of his cock, but the first slick swipe of his tongue had her whimpering. Her hips jerked involuntarily, but he held her still. His grasp was firm and definitely the hold of an alpha as he licked and nibbled his way across her buttocks, along her perineum, and after shoving her pants to the floor and scooting her legs farther apart, her clit and the softly engorged lips of her sex. Deep, slow sweeps of his tongue, and soft little nips with his teeth and lips.
Teasing, tantalizing, torturing her with his slow, steady restraint, and a low, soft hum that added a shivery vibration to every inch he covered. The bruising strength of his fingers holding her in place added to the sense of control, quickly reminding her with his powerful grasp that he was physically so much stronger, so much bigger.
Just that quickly, Lily was close to the edge. So damned close to flying off the precipice that when he abruptly let go of her thighs and stood, she cried out her loss. He didn’t say a word, merely pressed his hand against her back to hold her still. He surged forward, driving his thick cock between her legs, finding her wet and ready, filling her completely on his very first thrust.
She almost lost it, and she cried out, shocked into a harsh scream that swiftly morphed into a moan and then a soft whimper of pure pleasure. He thrust hard and his cock bumped against her cervix on each deep penetration, and she knew she couldn’t take any more of him, couldn’t take him any deeper.
But he grew larger, thicker, and her body stretched to take him. Deep, so deep, until her world narrowed down to nothing but Sebastian and the heavy weight of his shaft filling her, the bulbous tip sliding over her cervix, moving beyond the hard mouth, stretching her beyond anything she’d ever known.
What would it be like, to mate with him as a wolf? To have him fill her and then tie to her so that she couldn’t escape, until she was linked to him and he to her for all time?
But only if he were Chanku. Only if she could discover the truth behind the darkness in Sebastian Xenakis. There were some principles she could never disregard, and this was one.
She’d not mate with one who wasn’t her kind, even if he could become a wolf through magical means. The thought chilled her, because it wouldn’t matter if she loved him. If he loved her. It had nothing to do with whether or not he was right for her or good enough, but because it was something she’d promised the ancient ones so long ago.
And she’d learned from her father that promises were not made to be broken, that honor and integrity were more important than immediate pleasure—even if holding true cost her more than she’d ever dreamed having to pay.