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This isn't happening,a small voice in the back of her head screamed at her,this cannot be happening!
But it most definitely was. With every moment that passed she became more and more certain of that. She didn’t even need to pinch herself to be sure.
What she was feeling, what her body was screaming at her, was all too real to have been imagined. Maybe it would have been better if she was imagining it. At least then she wouldn't one day have to admit to her best friend that she had had her hottest-ever make out session with her father.
But she shoved all thoughts of Sarah away quickly. She couldn't think of her right now. It was just too weird.
All she could think about was how good Lance's hands felt gripping her body and how his kiss warmed her through from head to toe.
Nothing could ever compare to that sensation, and she embraced it like a thirsty woman who had been stuck out in the desert for a week.
It was Lance who finally ended the kiss just as Kayla gripped hold of his belt buckle. Embarrassment clawed at her insides, yet she could not release the metal clasp.
Her gaze met his defiantly, and her wolf growled low in her throat, just daring him to try and deny her what she wanted.
She was a she-wolf, and when she wanted something, it was next to impossible to keep her from it. Was Lance dominant enough to stop her?
From the look that beamed in his chocolate brown gaze, she suspected that he most definitely was. And a part of her wanted to challenge him to try. But instead she remained utterly silent.
Still cupping her face in one hand, Lance used his other to stroke her hair back from her face. His fingertips brushed her ear, forcing her hair back behind it.
And the longing look he gave to her made Kayla's shiver. Though the sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant, it was enough to warn her not to try to kiss him again.
But when Lance spoke, it was not to tell her that what they had just done was wrong. Instead, he said, “You are too good, too innocent, too perfect. You are a she-wolf, a goddess, otherworldly. You should not have been subjected to violence from the likes ofhim.”
Kayla knew that what he meant was the fact that no other creature, supernatural or otherwise, save for a werewolf should ever have the opportunity to go up against her; whether in a fight or in romance, it did not matter. It was the way many werewolves thought, wishing to keep their bloodlines and their lives pure and free of outside influence.
Kayla had never understood that. Not until now. With Lance gazing at her the way he was, she truly felt as though she was all of the things he had said. She felt strong, powerful, goddess-like. And yet, she still felt innocent, small and weak in his arms. All just the right mix to make her feel utterly perfect, a sensation that maddened and intoxicated in equal measure.
Gripping hold of his face in her hands, she looked him in the eye, and without the slightest hesitation she growled dominantly, “Worship me.”
The words ought to have felt awkward, humiliating even, but they made her feel even more powerful. And the spark of obedience in Lance's eyes only made it even more so.
He lunged at her, his face nestling into her neck, and he kissed her throat and scraped his fangs along her collarbone.
A shiver of pure lust and desire rushed down her spine and she grabbed for his belt buckle again. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anyone before. In fact, never in her life had she ever been the dominant one. She had always been the mild, meek-mannered she-wolf who preferred to stay out of the limelight and at the back of the pack.
But here in her kitchen, with Lance wantonly devouring her flesh in the most sensual manner, Kayla was utterly changed.
Still, she was obedient when Lance whispered against her neck, “Show me to the bedroom.”
When he stepped back just enough to allow her off the breakfast bar, she slipped onto the floor. He towered over her just as he always had, but somehow tonight it felt different.
She sidestepped to do just as he had told her, but before she could, he grabbed her hips and pulled her back to him, his lips on hers all over again.
The taste of wine on his tongue was fading fast, revealing the true taste of him. He was sweet and yet spicy as cinnamon, lingering on her tongue even when she pulled back and closed her eyes at the sound of her phone ringing for about the hundredth time that night.
“I really should have put that on silent,” she growled, and just like that the spell that had come over them was broken.
Both stood panting, their foreheads pressed together, still wrapped in each other's arms.
The longer they stood there, the more tension filled the air between them, and the more Kayla wished she had put her phone on silent. Maybe if she had she would already be well on her way upstairs by now.
“Maybe it is a good thing you didn't,” Lance whispered, and the tone of his voice suggested he really hadn't wanted to say the words. “We shouldn't be doing this.”
“We shouldn't,” Kayla agreed. Though her head told her so, her soul was screaming at her almost as much as her beast was. She gripped hold of Lance's forearms, frightened to let him go.
The bubble of heady desire that had been created around them wasn't quite popped yet, even if Kayla did feel like she was already coming down from a seriously intense high.
