inhaling, trying to keep myself calm, I took the bag and went into the large closet, hanging it on the hook there but not bothering to close the door. Turning in my current dress, I called out to Croy, who was leaning against the doorway.
“Can you come unzip this?” I asked, sincerely wanting help but loving the way his wolf let out a rumble. My skin broke out into shivers at the magic that heated up the space. My breathing hitched as I felt his frame press against mine from the back, my thighs pressing together as I felt his magic roll over my skin in a dangerous pattern I’d never felt before. His rough fingers ran over my shoulders as he pressed a kiss to the back of my neck, moving my hair before sliding the zipper of the dress down, making my entire body light up under the air that brushed across my skin.
“Sugar.” He let out a low growl as my smile tipped up slightly. I let the dress fall down to the floor, revealing what I was wearing underneath. I had to admit, I was really starting to love this lingerie thing. I had never considered it when I first purchased them from the store, but it was like wearing another sparkly garment under your first. These were from the closet, but the concept held true. Even my stockings were a pale gold glitter and attached to a garter set of cream and gold that wrapped around my waist, highlighting my strapless bra and panties. My panties that were currently growing wet as I turned into his muscular chest.
“What?” I asked breathlessly, loving the way he looked over me, his eyes darkening from green to black.
“Fucking hell,” he snarled, his fingers running over my waist and down my hips. “You need to get dressed, now.”
“Why?”
It was a sincere question, but the nerves about the event today had me wanting to push Croy a bit. I needed the security of knowing that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I needed to know that no matter what happened, he would be there with me. I already felt so safe around him, I just needed confirmation that this was real for him.
“Because you look way too fucking good in that,” he admitted roughly, his eyes dipping back over me. “And I’m already on edge around all these other shifters.”
It was the first time I had heard Croy express frustration, his normally calm and relaxed attitude so different from the edge that seemed to invade his personality while here. It was like the predator inside of him was right on the edge, and I found myself desperately wanting to play.
“What can I do to help?” I asked, running my fingers up his chest and wrapping them around his neck. “With the edge, that is.”
His jaw clenched, and I let out a small surprised sound as he walked me backwards, his hand coming down to grip my ass as I squirmed against how hard he was. When my back hit one of the closet walls, more specifically a mirror, I pressed myself forward, wanting to feel every line of his body. I tilted my head up and he obliged with a kiss, the sensation warm and smooth like honey against my skin as something began to boil under the surface dangerously. My small moan against his lips had him bending slightly and picking me up with an ease that had me letting out a surprised sound.
My legs wrapped around his waist as his kiss turned far more ravenous, my blood heating as my phoenix began to break out, circling his wolf with flames. My fingers gripped his hair as he let out a snarl against my lips, my breathing hitching at how good he felt against me. Everything about Croy felt good, and I found myself wanting him more than my next breath. Literally, I was very tempted to give it up. I rocked my hips against his hard length, wishing I had more access to it or that we were against a bed.
“Sugar,” Croy’s groan was low in his throat, “don’t tease me.”
“Who said I’m teasing?” I whimpered.
His chuckle was dark and hot. “Maya, sugar, you get off on teasing us. I see how much you love it. And we are never going to fucking say no to you. But I am not sure how long I can go without at least tasting you—”
“I don’t want you