Cronan is angry. Angry that after years of waiting, he's mated to the one wolf he never wanted.
Fen is stuck. Stuck in a state of purgatory that he doesn't know how to escape from.
After learning of his mate's crimes, Cronan never expected to see h...
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I couldn't stop touching Cronan from the moment we left the restaurant to when we stumbled our way into the house. I was obsessed for lack of better words. To some people that may have been a bad thing, but not to me and definitely not to him if the way he was responding to my touch was any indication.
"Fen," he choked out as I brushed my fingers along his throat and Adam's apple, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch.
"Yeah?" | replied, my voice barely above a whisper. I could see the desire in his eyes, and it sent a thrill through me.
He leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You're going to be the death of me if you keep that up."
"Is that a promise or a threat?" I teased, stepping closer.
Cronan laughed, but there was a serious glint in his eyes. "A little of both. You're hard to resist."
I took another step, closing the distance between us until we were almost touching. "Good. Because I don't want you to."
With that, I leaned in, capturing his lips with mine. The kiss was soft at first, but it quickly deepened as he responded, his hands finding my waist and pulling me closer. I could feel the heat radiating from him, and it ignited something wild and passionate within me.
"Fen," he murmured against my lips, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. "We should probably-"
"Forget about it," I interrupted, capturing his mouth again. I didn't want to think about anything other than this moment, this connection between us. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of us in our own little bubble.
His back hit the wall and he shivered slightly before meeting my eyes. "Is this what you want?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "Because I want you. I want all of you."
"More than anything," I promised and took his hand. "Let's move this to the bedroom."
My sweet mate complied easily, allowing me to guide him down the hall and to my room, which had been empty for far too long, and push him onto the bed.
He looked up at me, his eyes full of need and want, and I knew that this was where we were supposed to be.
I straddled his hips and ran my hands over his chest, feeling his muscles tense and release beneath my touch. His breathing was ragged and his eyes were half-closed, and I couldn't resist leaning down and capturing his lips with mine once more.
I kissed him deeply, wanting to show him how much I cared for him, and I could feel his response in the way his hands roamed over my body, touching me with a possessive hunger that made my head spin.
When we broke apart, his gaze was dark with lust and his lips were swollen from our kisses. He looked utterly debauched, and I wanted nothing more than to continue devouring him.
