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Booki Chapter32
First Steps
Exhale…
That’s what Ido when he closes the door behind him. Inhale…
That’s what Ido when he takes that first step toward me.
“Why are you here?” His eyes reflect the orange flames from the fire.
He takes another step toward me. He looks like silence, quiet, calm…
before the storm.
He takes another step without hesitance, and his shadow decides to fall over me. Can you feel shadows? At this moment, I think I can.
Heat from the fire is warm on the
outside M
“I had to come.” The low timbre of his
of
skin. Inside…I’m starting to blaze up.
lce plays a
across
starting with my face, working down to my chest…I’my ears. It’s sexy, making my heart start to double–dutch. He looks at me, eyes trailing down, hard, needing touch. He’s eliciting neede
He licks his teeth. This wolf excitedly helpen the tabl
cold, but he’ll notice the way I’m poking against the material of my shirt. They’re achingly
- me. My body slightly rocks back and forth, a small pressure deep inside starting to make its presence known. I can smell me, veins dilating, pheromones seeping out of open pores, calling out to the male how willing I am. No force needed on his part.
“You have no idea what you look like at this moment.” He can barely get the words out; they “deep with the thickness of a male whose throat is
tightening with his own need.
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He looks at my crossed legs until he focuses on the little silky material that covers up my female virtue. Is there a wet spot yet? Because right now, I feel
as if there could be. He’s looking at me as if I am some kind of masterpiece that needs to be revered. He pulls his gaze away, only to look back down once
more between the opening of my legs. A rumble deep inside him shakes me slightly. Male wolves are so visual. He sniffs the air. A few more strides and he’s directly in front of me.
He’s of a marvelous design, no delusions to cloud my judgment.
Taking the wine glass out of my hand, he stretches himself away from me as he puts it down far away from us, as if he’s afraid it might spill.
“I know where this will lead in the end. I know how this will turn out for me.” He’s looking at my eyes again, searching for something.
“Then why come?” My voice is low, barely above a whisper. His fingers are in my hair, pulling and twisting it in his grip. He pulls down slightly, and my lips are raised to him.
“Because there might be a chance that it doesn’t go how Ithink it will. I have to take that chance, no matter how small I think it is.” He pulls down more on my hair, angling my head so my whole throat is exposed to him. Starting on my jaw line, he traces it with his tongue. Nibbling at my earlobe, he pulls it into his mouth and sucks at it, teeth nipping slightly.
He sighs. Better still, a small little moan escapes his parted lips as he kisses down my neck. Teeth just barely graze my collarbone. His palm is just below the curve of my hips, thumb resting on the band of my underwear. Fingers grip the soft flesh, leaving an imprint that he is here. He smells of a sensual spice. I can feel his breath all over my skin.
He’s on my mouth,kissing me at the same time he pushes me down into that crimson duvet. I’m on a cloud, and my sun is on top of me.
Tracing the outline of my lips with his tongue, he sucks in my bottom lip for just a second before he releases it. He’s looking down at me, just staring.
I’m melting
His hand starts to roam underneath my shirt while he gazes at me, watching me. I never knew how good fingers could feel against my ribcage. Can he feel me shudder underneath his touch?
My skin tingles with the path he’s taking, legs weak and spread wide for him to rub himself against. If I didn’t have a damp spot before, Ido now. I’m saturating the material that barely covers me.
Moaning when he applies more pressure against me, I wrap my legs around his calves. I meet his thrust through clothes. Deep pressure starts to make itself known to me, and I want to just stay like this, rubbing up against him while he touches my chest, kisses my lips.
The wolf in me surfaces slightly with a growl of approval. She likes this male wolf. She likes his advances. My muscles grow tighter with a need to shift, and claws swipe against his shirt, tearing the material easily. I smell his blood; I went a little too deep. That brings his face to mine, his wolf ascending slightly, looking at me. He sniffs against my cheek, a hot puff of breath as he stills on top of me. His hardness is between my legs. He doesn’t pull away from my core.
Now his hand is on my thigh, slowly going up, Isuck in a big breath. I have never had a male so close.
Dipping his head close to my ear, he asks, “Do you want me to stop?” I hesitate. Do I want him to stop?
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