Gone with the Wolf - By Kristin Miller Page 0,40

can I do?” Drake asked, his voice a velvety husk. “You won’t eat and your temper flares are mild compared to others I’ve seen. You’re taking the transition so much differently than other turned werewolves. I don’t know what you need unless you tell me.”

“I feel like I need…”

Crazy hot sex to drive away every last, irritating thought about her old life—the one where she was angry at the world for dealing her a sour hand.

“What?” he prodded, keeping his distance. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need”—something hard to pound away the ache—“to feel.”

As something inside Emelia cracked, she leaped on top of Drake and attacked him with her mouth and hands. Her lips crushed his. Her hands covered his body, neck to chest, to the ridge of his pants. The kiss was hot and intense, dizzying Emelia so much that Drake had to hold her in place with a firm hand against her back. He tasted like warm, buttery scotch and dark temptation. He was everywhere at once—clawing up her back, digging his hands through her hair, plunging his tongue in her mouth. It was sensory overload that drove Emelia to the brink of insanity.

Desperate to eliminate the space between them, Emelia straddled Drake’s middle. Threw her head back and ground her hips against him. As the hard rod of his arousal pressed against her stomach, Emelia groaned and kissed him again. Harder. Deeper. Opened her mouth wide and explored the wet cave beyond his rich, supple lips. They melted together as Emelia raked her fingers through Drake’s hair and pulled him against her, mashing his lips against hers. When she was finished with him, he wouldn’t be able to pry her off with a crowbar.

Chapter Twelve

Molten heat surged through Drake’s bloodstream, mixing with the blooming scent of Emelia’s arousal and the honey-sweet taste of her mouth, creating a cocktail of passion that drugged him senseless. Her lips smothered his. Her tongue sank into his mouth. Tasting. Exploring. She’d always been a terrific kisser—it was all he could think about lately. But now something was different. She kissed him with unbridled passion. Like he wouldn’t be able to stop her if he wanted to.

Stopping didn’t cross his mind.

Throwing her head back, Emelia’s waterfall of golden hair flipped behind her head and her chest arched forward. Drake palmed her milky-white breasts through the shirt, letting the heavy weight of them fill his hands. Two tiny pink nipples pressed against the thin fabric. Oh, they would taste as good as they felt, wouldn’t they? He had to see her, and feel her, flesh against flesh.

“Get this off me,” she ordered, bending down to assault his mouth once more.

She’d sensed exactly what he wanted. Couples usually had to complete the Luminary bond before sensing each other’s rising need…

Drake peeled the shirt over Emelia’s shoulders and outstretched arms, leaving her in nothing but the black lace panties she’d worn beneath her gala dress. They barely separated their mouths to let the shirt pass between them, then attacked each other once more.

“Mmm,” Emelia said, licking her lips as she writhed her hips against him. “You kiss different than you did before. You taste different, too.”

“It’s the transition.”

Drake slid lower, smashing into the cushions, so that he was almost flat beneath her. Her breasts dangled in his face, perfect, soft, and begging to be suckled. Softly, he plucked one of her nipples between his fingers, then caught the other with his mouth. She moaned in response, her skin going flush beneath his tongue.

“Everything you feel will be heightened.” He flicked a tightly budded nipple with his tongue, relishing the throaty moan that escaped Emelia’s lips.

“It’s like I’m waking up,” she said, breathless. She splayed her legs wider over his lap. Until the heat from her center radiated through Drake’s pants. “Like I’m feeling things for the first time. I can sense your hunger.”

“I can feel yours, too. It’s like a craving that’s clawing its way through me.” The words came out as a string of growls, rough and bumpy. He dragged his hands over her back and tugged on the ends of her hair. “I’ll feed your hunger if you’ll let me.”

“Don’t make me beg for it.”

She caught Drake’s lips and slanted her mouth to deepen the kiss, heating his body to dangerous levels. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. His erection throbbed fiercely, hardening to the point of pain. He kneaded her hips and guided them in a slow, grinding rhythm