Page 92 of A World Enough

“I’ve a confession to make, and I hope Ziggy isn’t too angry,” Camber said.

Brogan narrowed her eyes. “What is it?”

“You know when I went all in at the gaming table?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I kept one credit back as the guy took my winnings away.” Camber went into her cleavage and pulled out a credit chip. “I wanted to give it to you, so you would have a memory of this special night. Well, I hope you think it’s a special night, but it was the best night of my life.”

Brogan took the chip. “You think it wasn’t special?” She kissed it and then put it in her pocket. “It was the best night of my life too. I’ll keep this safe forever.”

Brogan lifted Camber’s hand and inhaled the scent of her wrist. “You smell so good.”

“Yeah, there was a bottle of perfume in the bathroom. I liked it.”

“I’m not talking about the perfume. I’m talking about your scent. There’s many layers—grass, wet grass, salt in the air. Hope of spring turning to summer days.”

“You’re a poet, Wolf.”

Brogan put down her glass and put her hands around Camber’s waist. “I’m a predator, and I’m hunting you down.”

Camber laughed and put her hands around Brogan’s neck. “You think so?”

Brogan put her lips to Camber’s and kissed her softly, then pulled back on the kiss, ran the tip of her tongue along Camber’s lip, and gently bit her lip.

Camber moaned and forcibly pulled Brogan into a deep kiss while pulling at her shirt buttons.

Brogan’s restraint was gone. She ripped open her own shirt, leaving her naked up top, then lifted Camber and carried her to Camber’s bedroom.

Camber’s fingers were deeply entwined in Brogan’s hair. She was so completely passionate underneath all her defences, and Brogan loved it.

Brogan put her down and pressed her nose into Camber’s hair, breathing heavily and kissing her ear.

“Do you want this?”

Camber was grazing Brogan with her nails, making her sex want Camber even more. Brogan kissed down her neck, stopping around her pulse point, where she licked and teasingly bit the place where wolves bit deep into the neck.

For now she couldn’t do that that, didn’t know if Camber would ever want to.

“Wolf, I need you.”

Brogan unzipped Camber’s dress and eased it down to her feet. “You are so beautiful, and I’m so hungry for you.”

“Your eyes are amber. You really do want me, don’t you.”

“How could I not? You are perfect.” Brogan dropped to her knees. “I more than want you. I hunger for you.” She ran her hands up Camber’s legs and kissed her hips.

Brogan could see and scent how much Camber wanted it. She nuzzled her sex and licked through the sexy black underwear.

“Oh yes, Wolf.” Camber pushed the back of Brogan’s head into her sex, desperate to feel more.

But Brogan surprised her by ripping off her pantyhose with her wolf teeth, which had erupted. With her tongue, she licked around the lips of Camber’s sex.

Camber was wet. She wanted her. Brogan wanted to taste every little part of her. She slipped her tongue between the lips and circled her clit.

Camber moaned, “More.”

But before she got used to that sensation, Brogan stood up, picked Camber up, and put her on the bed.