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I could taste his dominance from here, and yet he was also giving off cinnamon-roll vibes.
“Oooo. He’s in a werewolf gang. Delicious.”
Literally what I thought
“You’re wrong. I’m not trying to impress you. I want you to see me.” “Why?” I reached out with my magical senses. “We just met.” “And when we did, the earth opened up beneath my feet.”
HE JUST SAID THAT OMG
We’d literally just met within the last half hour, but somehow he was completely right. I felt like I knew him well enough for a little tongue-tangling.
“There once was a wolf from the city, who met a witch who was stunning and witty.” His voice was low and luscious and gruff. “She charmed him at a glance, making him wish he had a chance, to kiss her sweet lips and her kitty.”
That was clever ngl
Fucking hell. His voice. Rough and smooth and smoky with a direct line to my pussy.
Needing no more encouragement than that, he was on his knees, curling his long fingers into the sides of my jeans and panties and dragging them down my legs.
Lucky for me, I’d never see this werewolf again.
Well... about that
I had no problem with hard-to-get. I was a patient man. And my wolf, he’d have no other, so she was in for a rude awakening.
I knew the second I kissed her what she was to me. One taste had sealed her into my flesh and bones.
Got it bad, eh, wolfie?” “Shut it, Sean,” I growled, “before you never make it to manhood.”
I was the kind of woman who typically followed my instincts and spontaneous desires, never denying to sit on a pretty face when I wanted to. And let’s be real, Nico had a face worth sitting upon.
If she actually knew how often I covertly stared at her without her knowing, she’d have put a restraining order on me by now. Stalking doesn’t even cover my obsession with this woman. I’ve been coveting her from afar so long the ache in my chest has become an old familiar friend.
“Such a bad liar.”
“I hate you.” “Still lying.” “Stop talking and fucking kiss me.” “There’s my girl.”
“You taste so fucking good,” he growled as he nipped my shoulder. “Yeah? What do I taste like?” He fisted my hair and turned my head so we were nose to nose, mouth to mouth. Something primitive sparked in those electric eyes before he rumbled, “Like mine.”
As of now, Violet might think this was just sex, but I was pretty sure the only way to get close to Violet’s heart was through her panties. She was a sexual creature. Christ. So sensual and responsive.
