diamonds and silks, but it’s a mate ball.”
Daphne blinked up at him, unsure where this conversation was leading. She knew she wasn’t really his mate. How could she be? Wolves mated with witches, everyone knew that. That realization didn’t stop the heat from flashing over every inch of her body. She felt herself swaying toward him. The feelings he evoked in her were beyond description. He had the power to make her forget all about propriety, her sister, her future. Had she ever simply did anything because it felt right? Good? No, her life these last years had been filled with responsibility and just trying to survive from day to day.
He made her want to reach out and take what she wanted. For how ever long it lasted. “I know.”
“Good,” he nodded once. “Just so we’re clear.”
Kade tugged her body to his. The hardness of his erection touched her belly. He bent his head and kissed her lightly on her lips. They softened and excitement flashed inside him, begging for release. Joining his mouth to hers, he took deeply from her this time. Her mouth opened for him. He dipped his tongue inside and caught hers in a tangle of need. There was a passion in her and he knew he’d only scratched the surface with the teasing and flirting he’d done so far tonight. He wanted to explore every inch of her with his lips, his tongue, his hands. His damn cock.
His wolf agreed wholeheartedly, standing with him, panting in its own need to possess this woman.
Make her ours.
“This shirt is driving me crazy, baby.” He teased his finger down the front of her blouse. “So prim. So proper.” Holding her hands behind her back, he unbuttoned the shirt with deft movements, muffling her protest with a quick, hard kiss.
Daphne felt the cool air hitting her overheated flesh, puckering her nipples. He pulled the shirt away revealing her white cotton bra. For a brief moment, she felt embarrassed, thinking of the lacey pink bra she could have worn tonight. But then she gave a mental shrug. Who would have thought she’d be in a bedroom with a hot wolf stripping her for his pleasure?
He flicked open the front fastener of her bra then slowly bared her left breast, his fingers easing under the fabric of the shirt and bra and pushing it away until she was exposed to his gaze. He did the same with the other one. She expected him to touch her, maybe cup her with his hands and knead her flesh. She cried out when he pushed her hands higher up her back, arching her to him. He rounded her areola with his tongue then lapped at her nipple. Then he sucked her nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. When that wasn’t enough, he bit lightly, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to remind her he was a predator of the wild. It also confirmed how wonderful it was going to be to give herself over to this man’s care.
He let go of her hands and lifted her into his arms. Striding across the room, he lowered her feet to the ground by the bed. Then started stripping. Once his jacket was off and the golden studs removed from his shirt, he placed her hands on his chest.
“Touch me, mate.”
Daphne opened her fingers against the warm flesh and his breathing grew heavy. His heart pounded beneath her palm. His body was hot and alive with hard curves of muscle. He flexed beneath her touch. It was reassuring to have proof of his excitement. To know he wanted her to touch him, to stroke his bareness. She trailed her hands down his chest, across his ribs, his sculptured stomach. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. Her hand looked so small on the wide expanse of his darker colored chest.
“Kiss me.”
Daphne stood on her tiptoes, more than willing to obey his command.
“Not there.”
His hand tangled in her hair, drawing her mouth to his chest. It was almost smooth, just a light trail of dark hair spreading across his pecs, than arrowing down to disappear inside his pants.
Her concentration slipped, thinking what lay below.
He tugged at
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