The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 36

Not with me. Not at all.

But apparently, I’ve developed some masochistic tendencies that make me crave all the things my mind tries to shield me from. Which I guess is a pretty harsh way of saying I’m no longer scared shitless to share my desires with him. At least, those particular desires. I want him to touch me.

His hands instinctively find my waist, stopping me from falling. Trusting him to keep me upright, I close my eyes and crash my mouth against his. The taste of his lips is wild, earthy, and intoxicating. It’s so unlike kissing a human. And I love it.

The kiss is slow and exploratory. I push myself closer so that he is flush against my breasts, and I can feel his hard cock pressing against my belly.

As he pulls away from the kiss, his eyes are black as the darkest time of the night. And he takes his sweet time to roam his gaze over my face as if searching for something.

I gulp, realizing my body wants him, desperately.

His nostrils flare, and he slowly licks his lower lip. His hand comes up to cup my cheek.

Graham is so close now, and his heat engulfs me. My legs are trembling, and I can’t think straight. But it’s okay, I don’t have to.

His black eyes rest on my mouth. Our breath mixes together. My chest heaves. I lick my lips nervously. Waiting.

He grabs my ass and gently pushes me into him. One hand begins to slide to my face, then to the nape of my neck.

“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” I challenge, breathing into his face.

Suddenly, I realize I’m practically faking a brave front.

Am I? Am I really? My mind is too tired for debates.

Can I seduce my scary, badass wolf boss without losing my mind or getting hurt in the process?

Can I continue with my dare before I get too freaked out to finish it?

He traces along my neck and jaw with a finger until it reaches my bottom lip. Graham hesitates for a moment.

We stay frozen in the position where I’m standing between his legs as he sits on my kitchen bar stool for what feels like ages, not saying anything. I don’t dare to make a sound.

Then he kisses me. He presses his mouth hard against mine, and it’s a passionate, desperate kiss.

His tongue in my mouth feels foreign at first, yet I know the body that houses it. And, his is a nice body, with smooth, chiseled abs, and a hard, impressive cock. And arms…and shoulders.

Nice body. Very nice. Not threatening at all.

But there’s more. So much more.

Because as much as Graham is imposing when he’s all alpha wolf-asshole, right now he’s a lion stalking his prey.

And I gladly offer myself to be his first choice for this evening’s dessert.

He takes his time though. Tasting. Torturing. Trailing one of his fingers down my front, stopping just above the fabric covering my pussy.

Pushing closer, so close his cock presses hard against my belly.

He kisses me like a madman, using lips and teeth and tongue.

I drink him all in. Consuming every hot, desperate moment of the kiss. I’ve already waited too long for this. Too fucking long. His cock presses hard against my belly with his heavy breathing of desire.

Feeling bolder, I lick his lower lip, then gently bite into his flesh. His hunger radiates and fills the air around us.

“Tell me what you want, Cassidy,” he whispers huskily against my ear. He gives it a light bite, and I shiver.

“You,” I manage through a fit of moans.