Page 18 of Wolf's Winter


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Her knees were on either side of me with her back against the steering wheel. I ran my hands up her thighs, greedy for more. She arched her back and her breasts pressed into my chest. Her moan did me in. I moved my hands higher up her sides. My fingers slid underneath her sweater to caress her soft skin.

She gasped into the kiss, and I growled, “Are my hands too cold?”

“Don’t care.” Her breathless whisper made me smile as my tongue found hers again.

She consumed all my senses, but suddenly my wolf was on full alert, spiking my adrenaline. I broke the kiss, swiveling my head toward the driver’s side window. It was fogged over. All the windows were. Damn it.

“What’s wrong?” she whispered.

My pulse raced as I shook my head and reached over to crank up the defroster. “Not sure.” I met her eyes. “But we should get out of here.”

I helped her over to the passenger seat as a small circle cleared in the windshield. Close enough. I hunched over, peering through the one clear spot and drove out of the parking lot. The coils in the back window thinned the condensation to reveal another set of headlights following us. Had they followed us out of the lot? I didn’t know, but I wasn’t taking any chances.

“I’m going to try to lose this guy behind us. Hang on.” I gunned the accelerator.

The tires spun on the slick pavement before gaining some traction. Winter gripped the armrest on the passenger side, watching the mirror.

I made a hard right turn, the rubber screeching and sliding on the icy street. The car fishtailed, but I managed to keep from hitting anything. We picked up speed as I raced for the next intersection, keeping an eye on the rearview mirror. Another set of lights came around the corner. Shit.

Winter kept her attention on the rearview mirror. “Slow down.”

“Not a good idea.”

She glanced over at me. “Trust me.”

Even though it went against all my instincts, I lifted my foot from the gas pedal. The headlights got closer and suddenly the car behind us veered sharply to the left and slammed into a parked car. They must’ve hit a patch of black…ice.

I looked over at Winter. “Did you do that?”

She started to smile. “Ice is my thing.”

“You’re amazing.” I squeezed her knee. “Let’s get back to my house. I have something to show you.”

She arched a brow with a sexy curve to her lips. “I could feel that earlier.”

I laughed and shot her a wolfish grin. “And you still want to go to my place?”

“Definitely.” She nodded.

I pressed the gas pedal. I’d been talking about showing her the file about Ashleigh, but I wasn’t going to pass up a chance to get naked with Winter. My mate.

The weight of that truth tugged at me. I should tell her. But as her hand wandered higher up my thigh, my rational thought was lost under an avalanche of primal desire. My hunger for her was all consuming. Everything else would have to wait. Once she got to know me better, I’d tell her. We had time.

The gate lifted to the underground parking lot, and I pulled into my assigned spot. We got out of the car and hustled for the elevator. No one would ever guess that few hundred years ago my building had been Salem’s first jail. The lofts at 50 St. Peter were nothing like the original. My unit had hardwood floors, a modern kitchen, cathedral ceilings, and a state-of-the-art security system.

When the new flats were finished in 2009, I’d come looking out of curiosity. This site had plenty of dark history, but seeing it repurposed instead of torn down made me feel like my hometown had accepted its terrible mistakes. Salem was owning its past.

The location was central to everything in town too, so in the end, I’d bought my place.

As we exited the elevator, Winter frowned and looked up at me. “I wasn’t paying attention, where are we?”

By then enough blood had returned to my brain that I realized I’d just brought my mate, a witch who could see ghosts, into one of the most haunted buildings in the city. Damn it.

I sighed. “I own a loft in the Old Jail.”

The developer and the city decided against renaming the building. All the natives would’ve known even with a new name slapped on the front.

Instead of running back into the elevator, Winter looked up at me and laughed, shaking her head. “Seriously?”

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