A Highland Werewolf Wedding - By Terry Spear Page 0,65

wolf, and if they felt the same way, that special intriguing scent kicked their own into high gear.

Right now, they were in a race to reach the finish line, only they were both slamming on the brakes because reaching that line meant a mating for life.

She kissed his mouth lightly, just a very sweet, innocent peck on the lips, but she knew he wasn’t satisfied with that. Not that she was, either. He smiled just a hint, watching her expression, waiting for her to do more than just give him such a barely there kiss, waiting for her to take this up another notch. He was not pressuring her too much—not kissing her back, not encouraging her—as if he knew that once he got started kissing, they’d end up in bed together.

For one rare moment, she wanted to toss away her cautious behavior. She’d already made up her mind that she needed and wanted him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, not sweetly or innocently, but like she was a she-wolf starved for affection, and he was the male she had chosen for her mate.

Because he was. For the first time ever, despite having thought she’d found her mate several times over, only to have them vanish before a mating could occur, she knew that Cearnach would always be there for her. That she felt something deeper, more primal for him than she’d ever felt for any other wolf. Cearnach was hers.

Cearnach growled in response, sampling her mouth, tasting, smiling as she nipped his lips, loving that she’d finally made the decision to take this further. Cearnach had realized when Elaine screamed in the shower that his ghostly cousin was attempting to get Elaine and him together. Again.

At first, he hadn’t been certain. This time, he was. Her towel was slipping, her eyes closed as he pressed his tongue between her lips, enjoying the way she slid her tongue over his in a mating dance. He was ready to explode, listening to her heart beating so fast, smelling her lavender and she-wolf fragrance, recognized that as delicious as she smelled, she was already wet for him.

Instead of removing their towels, he slid his hand between the opening of hers, found her soft, moist feminine folds and began to caress. Her low moan against his mouth turned him on all the more. He dipped his fingers deep inside of her and felt how wet and receptive she was for him. She dug her fingers into his arms, holding on for dear life so she wouldn’t collapse.

She panted and softly groaned, pressing herself against his questing fingers. She was like a flower blossoming to his touch. Except for the growls. Those were wolfishly endearing.

He wanted to carry her to the bed, yet he was afraid that if he did, he’d want to take this so much further than she might be ready for.

Instead, he listened to the way her breathing hitched, felt the way she moved against his fingers, arching her pelvis, and sensed she was near the peak of climax when it hit her. He loved the way she buried her mouth against his throat, trying to stifle the rough cry of his name as she came.

“Oh, yes,” she groaned, then reached down to touch him.

He kissed the top of her head and withdrew his fingers. “Let’s get something to eat. Downstairs,” he clarified, not wanting to push this to a conclusion before she was willing.

Her eyes were glazed as she yanked off his towel, her voice dark and commanding. “Your bed or mine? We finish this, Cearnach.” She smiled a little, her expression determined, yet playful.

“Finish,” he said, his hands caressing her shoulders, so soft and silky, as he studied her gaze.

She wrapped her arms around his waist in a loving embrace and placed her head against his chest. She said in whispered words, “You should never have let me get away the first time.”

“Oh, aye, lass. Of that I am well aware. I can’t tell you how much I regretted losing you the first time.” He tilted her chin up and looked into her eyes. “You don’t feel pressured, do you? Either by my mother or Flynn? Or… by me?”

She gave a little laugh. “Hardly.” Then her expression changed to something more serious, her brow slightly furrowed. “I don’t want you to get away from me, either. Every time I declare I want to mate with a wolf, he agrees, but before we consummate the