Holy shit. What is happening right now?
The woman releases me, then drags her mouth upward, nose pressing into the curve of my neck, her tongue tracing a slow, wet line along the tendon. She nuzzles into the space below my ear, inhaling deeply, then licks a broad stripe from my collarbone to my jaw. Slow. Deliberate. Like she's trying to memorize my scent.
I’m stunned, holding this wild woman against me while she works her way up my throat, then over to the other side.
My brain is firing in six directions at once, and none of them are producing useful information.
But god help me, I don't want her to stop.
"So good," she purrs softly before nipping right over mymating bites. She nuzzles and sucks the overlapping scars, tracing both Cliff and Raff's marks.
And my body instantly responds.
It begins low in my gut, a slow, heavy pull that tightens and spreads, warmth pooling where her hips press against me. My cock goes hard, a sudden, shocking throb that presses insistently against the zipper of my jeans.
Without thinking, my fingers flex against her sides, feeling the dip of her waist, and plush curve of her ass.
It's been so long since I've touched a woman, I forgot how soft they are.
Fuck, I shouldn't be doing this.
Not because I’m forbidden from casually sleeping with people outside our pack, but because I’m simply not wired that way. I don’t do casual sex.
But right now, with this girl's hot body pressed against mine and her taste on my tongue, I don't give a single shit about any of that.
She feels toogood.
The warmth of her. Her thighs, her waist, her weight against my chest. Everything about her is so wonderful and different, and I can't think straight.
You need to stop, I silently tell myself, but my hands move lower, cupping her perfect ass. These scrubs are doing nothing for her figure. They hang off her like a stiff curtain, but I can feel every tempting inch.
“More,” she moans as her tongue sweeps across my cheekbone. Then she kisses me again, and I close my eyes.
She tastes sweet. Too sweet. My brain snags on the taste of her lips and won't let go.
My hand slides up the back of her neck and into her hair, and I kiss her like my life depends on it. Hard and deep and graceless, all teeth and tongue and the kind ofdesperate, reckless hunger I haven't felt in years. She gasps into my mouth and I swallow it, tilting her head back, pulling her closer, kissing her like the storage tent is on fire and she's the last good breath of air.
"You taste too damn good," I murmur against her lips before kissing her again, slower this time but just as deep. My thumb traces the edge of her jaw as I suck her tongue out of her mouth, and she melts into me with a sound that makes my blood run hot.
She slowly breaks the kiss, pulling back enough to look at me.
Her lips are swollen and wet, and her breath comes in shallow, uneven pulls, but her eyes…her eyes are locked on mine with a focus that cuts through everything. There's no confusion there. No hesitation. Just dark, liquid heat and a certainty so absolute it makes my stomach flip.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I whisper, and she bites her plump bottom lip.
She holds my gaze as her hand leaves the back of my neck. Her fingertips trail down my chest, feather-light, tracing the line of my sternum through my T-shirt. I can feel every point of contact like a brand.
Down over my ribs.
Down over the soft curve of my stomach, where the muscles tense and jump under her touch.
She doesn't blink or look away. Those dark eyes stay fixed on mine the whole time, watching every micro-reaction cross my face like she's memorizing me.
I feel lightheaded and heavy at the same time, blood rushing south so fast it leaves my brain buzzing and useless.
I want her to touch me.
I don't know this girl. I don't know her name or why she was half-collapsed against a supply crate ten minutes ago.And I want her hands on me so badly my hips are already tilting toward her before she's even touched me.
