I turned to reach his left ear, grazing his jaw with the tip of my nose.
"Be careful what you wish for, Mate." I kissed him under his earlobe, my lips hot on his already scorching skin. He growled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through his...
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Short author's note: please keep in mind that Lara in this chapter is not exactly herself. She is driven by her instincts as she is in Heat and she is bound to face the full moon's influence soon. This way, she may appear controversial and repetitive and her believes may not hold through this state. With that said, enjoy. x
Ps: mature content
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Goosebumps appeared on my skin under his silvery gaze. I had never seen his eyes glowing like that; yes, from time to time I had witnessed the surfacing of his wolf behind the blue, but nothing quite like that. Now he seemed feral. More beast than man.
He lowered his eyelids, breaking our visive contact. My attention diverted to his hands, clenched in fists, and to the twitching muscles in his forearms. Veins were visible under the layers of flesh and I followed their path with my eyes. His skin was so golden and oh so deliciously scented that I found myself getting impatient for a taste. I wanted to run my tongue on the planes of his body, along the path of the veins, higher and higher until I reached the crook of his neck and then lower and lower, down his abdomen. A dangerous rumble resonated from his chest, interrupting my sinful thoughts. That sound was all it took for my wolf to finally snap and take over. I felt her surging forward, desperately howling to the male in front of us. I lost it. I lost every kind of restrain.
Mate. Breed. Claim.
I launched myself at him, wrapping my legs around his lower torso. He caught me with a low grunt, his strong arms securing myself to him by supporting the weight under my tights. I wanted to purr at the feeling of his skin against mine. I was burning, but not in a painful way; it felt like tongues of fire were licking at my skin wherever we made contact. I was burning in desire. My hands locked themselves through dark strands of his hair, feeling their softness under the tips of my pads. They were so thick, so silky, so luscious. I yanked on them, causing him to emit a growl. I tilted his head up, meeting the depth of his gaze. They were so beautiful, his eyes. So intense, so enduring, so charming. He closed them, inhaling deeply, and parted his lips. My eyes were drawn to them like a moth to a flame. They were so beautiful, his lips. So rosy, so plump, so inviting. I wanted to feel them. I wanted to feel his upper lip clash against mine, his stubble brushing the soft skin of my cheeks, his teeth nipping at my mouth. So I did. I pressed my lips to his.
Fucking Heaven.
Sparks erupted at the contact, so many that I thought I was being drowned by fireworks. His lips were soft and responsive, perfectly molding against my own. It was not enough. I wanted more. I needed more. The beast within was not satisfied, even if she was relishing his touch; she craved for more, she craved for the fullness of her male. I opened my mouth, tracing the outline of his upper lip with my tongue. His hold on my thighs tightened, fingers deliciously digging into my feverish flesh. He complied my desire, opening his mouth up for me.
