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Meira turns toward me, surprise widening her eyes, her hand holding a ceramic jug on which the bottom has fallen out. The pale yellow nightgown she wears is drenched, the cloth sticking to her body, curving over her perky breasts, following the tightness of her stomach. I almost choke on my breath as I take all of her in.
I stare at the dark hair at the apex of her thighs, at the delicious circles of her areolas pressed to the wet material.
Fuck!
“I think the jug had a crack in it,” she says with a crooked smile.
I kick the door shut behind me and lock it. My cock punches against my pants, balls tightening. At first, all I can do is just stare at the wet nightgown, at her gorgeous body.
Pulling myself back to attention, I hurry forward, where she stands barefoot amid shards of ceramic. “Don’t move.”
I kneel and pick up the large pieces first, then I meticulously find all the small ones. I try to ease back my own hunger, and remember a question I have been meaning to ask her. “Meira, out of curiosity how did you escape from the aircraft?”
“Mad and Caspian were too busy arguing about being late so when I was dragged on, Mad forgot to tie up, then as soon as he went to the cockpit, I ran.”
“Appreciate your honesty.” I dump the pieces of ceramic into the trashcan and mentally shake my head at Mad’s carelessness. Thought it does seem odd since he’s usually so meticulous with details.
Meira starts to walk across the room.
“Didn’t I just say not to move?”
She stiffens at my order. I march closer and sweep her into my arms and then carry her to the bed before laying her onto her back.
“Did you step on any broken pieces?” I ask, sitting on the end of the bed, where I lift her feet up onto my lap.
I dust her soles clear, including her toes, and she squirms, giggling.
“You’re tickling me.”
“Hold still.” I run my fingers gently over her feet, to hear more of her beautiful laughter. I inspect the skin for any cuts. She has such small adorable feet. Slowly I massage her feet and toes and I feel her relaxing.
“I really appreciate your help, but I'm not hurt.” She squirms from my tickly touch.
When I turn to face her, she’s leaning back on bent elbows, the material of the nightgown pulled taught over her chest, its transparency hiding nothing.
Goddamn, she’s fucking beautiful.Her tiny curvy body calls to me.
“So, what’s the plan for tonight?” she asks. “Dinner, then a stroll through the woods?” That dirty smile gives me a painful hard-on.
“There’s only one thing I plan to do with you tempting me like that.” I stand and start unbuttoning my shirt, never lifting my gaze from her widening eyes.
She quickly glances down to her nightgown, then hastily lashes her hands over breasts. “Crap! You distracted me when you came in.”
She rolls away from me, but I snatch her ankles and drag her down the bed toward me. The skirt of her nightgown rides up her legs, and a flash of dark hair between her thighs appears. She gasps and quickly shoves the fabric down over herself, but my cock throbs so damn hard now. All I can picture is spreading those gorgeous thighs and burying myself inside her.
Our mating heat rises through me, lifting the hairs on my arms. My balls grow heavy with the promise of this hellcat. With the way she looks at me, she feels that connection, the arousal, the growing need.
A gasp escapes past those gorgeous rosy lips.
I pull open my black shirt, noting her dipping gaze. Her cheeks redden, and I can’t hold back the smile as I unclip the buttons on my sleeves. I slip the shirt off and lay it across the lounge seat behind me.
“Dušan, I d-don’t know… No, I… Shit!” She stumbles over her words and it’s adorable that she thinks anything she says will change what’s coming her way.
“We’re completing the mating tonight, Meira. We have to bring your wolf out. You know this.”
She’s shaking her head, but her body betrays her as she pushes the skin-tight fabric of her nightgown between her legs. Her hand slyly rubs her heat. Her slick scent fills the air, and I’ve barely touched her. The magnetism between our wolves from the marking has connected us, and now it’s calling to her, to me. It’s intoxicating, dragging me deeper and deeper.
She gasps, and my cock aches, digging against my pants.
