And now on to Part Two:
“Is that so? Somehow, I don’t think you minded all that much.” He tilted his head until his nose was pressed against the side of her neck and inhaled. “I can smell how much that turned you on. God, you smell good.”
That was definitely a growl she heard this time. Maybe the werewolf thing wasn’t so far-fetched. He lifted his head and she caught the glint of a supernatural glow in his eyes before he closed them and took another deep breath, seeming to savor the scent he took in. Yup, definitely not… human. Why was she surprised? She couldn’t be the only non-human masquerading this night.
He leaned in and murmured against her ear. “Will your wings close around us when we fuck?” He nipped her ear.
“Maybe,” she murmured. Her common sense said to slow things the fuck down. Her libido, out for what seemed like a year-long lunch break screamed ‘Fuck him already’.
It wasn’t a question. He grabbed her hand, escorting her away from the crowd. People blurred by as he elbowed open the kitchen door. At the threshold to the back door, Siobhan planted her feet. He might think he could run things with other people. Not her. She wouldn’t just blithely follow him wherever he led… she didn’t care how hot he made her.
“You stopped.” He turned and cocked his head. His lip lifted and she caught the slightest glint of fang at the corner of his mouth.
She should’ve gotten the shivers again. Should’ve been scared of him. She glanced at his hands. One would swallow hers—strike, his mitts swallowed both her hands. A thought popped into her head...if his hands are that big then the rest of him is huge. Holy hell. He’d rip her apart.
“I won’t hurt you.” A quick, boyish grin full of mischief flashed across his face. “At least no more than you want me to.”
She narrowed her eyes and studied his jaw. Just the right hint of five o’clock shadow marred the tanned skin. It would feel amazing as it rasped across her much softer skin. She stepped into him and smoothed her hands under his jacket. Six pack abs. Nice. But there was the tiny issue of his reading her mind. Only True Mates had such a connection. And she wasn’t moving until she knew. Her libido screamed in protest. Dammit… we haven’t had our hands on someone this hot in a long time. Just fuck him! You know he’ll make it hurt so good.
“How do you know how I feel?” She fisted her hands on his chest, bunching the soft white cotton, fighting her own arousal until she had some answers. “I didn’t say anything about harm.”
“It’s radiating from you. I feel what you feel.” He inched closer, his lips a whisper away from hers. “You’re afraid I’ll do something to hurt you. I don’t break wills or bones… but I might bend them a bit.” He ran his hand along her wing, again sending a shudder through her body as she felt it in places his hands weren’t even touching.
“You’re hot as hell, but creeping me the fuck out.” And turning me on.
“Come with me. No touching unless you ask.” He brushed his fingertips over her cheek. His breath fanned over her skin. “I’m at the end of the block. If you want to leave, you won’t be far from your friends, but I’ll give my life to keep you safe.”
Concerned, kind, and sexy. Damn. Willing to die for her? Score. Her instincts were screaming that he’d never harm her… unnecessarily. Her decision made she looked past him and out the door. “Do you ride a bike or just sport leather to look cool?”
His eyes twinkled and the beginning of a smirk twitched on the corner of his mouth. “Find out.”
She nodded to the door. If this guy, whatever his name was, really was who she’d been waiting so long for… how could she pass this chance up? Warmth wrapped around her heart combined with something she’d not felt in a long time. Not just lust. Sure, there was a lot of that - the man oozed sex from every pore, but it was something deeper. He didn’t ask her to take off her wings. Didn’t laugh when they stretched and look for wires. Didn’t even blink when she said Faery.
He held out his hand again. Without a second thought, she slid her palm into his and followed him to the street. Bathed in white light from the streetlamp sat a motorcycle, but not just any cycle. A gorgeous, vintage Harley. “That’s your bike?” She strode to the machine and caressed the butter soft leather seat. “Oh, wow. She’s gotta be from the fifties, at least.”
“1950 on the money. Harley Davidson FL Panhead - Rebuilt her myself.” He caressed the back of her neck with his hand – much the same as she was stroking his bike - brushing against the fine, short hairs beneath her hairline. She arched into the touch, practically purring. Siobhan wondered idly if he would eat her if she purred for him. “You like her better than me?”
Siobhan gasped. Like the bike? Yeah. Better than him? The vision of him straddling the machine as she straddled his lap facing him formed in her mind. Not necessarily better than him… but she could sure live out some fantasies on this baby. She shuddered, and wondered why she even bothered to wear panties… this pair was soaked.
“With your wings around us,” he whispered . It took her a moment to realize he’d read her thoughts again.
“Tell me your name, then take me home.” She peered up at him the moment the words left her mouth. He said he lived down the block. Not them. She sure hoped she wouldn’t’ have to make nice with some roommate when all she wanted was to pounce and ride her wolf into oblivion.
“Christian.” His eyes flashed again as he straddled the bike. With a small nod, he motioned her to sit behind him. Siobhan kicked up over the seat and settled against his back. She bit her bottom lip, and stifled a laugh. Getting on the bike, she’d most likely mooned the entire neighborhood. Maybe no one was looking. Then again, the short skirt gave her more range of movement...to cuddle closer to him. She pulled her legs up to wrap them around his waist. His low grumbling growl vibrated against her chest, her nipples peaked further and rubbed shamelessly against his back in appreciation.
Awareness hit hard as he started up the bike. The rumble reminded her of waking a slumbering beast. The throb of the mechanical beast between her legs was rivaled only by the man in front of her. She swayed a bit, stomach muscles clenching as they roared down the street. This man, wolf, whatever he was, touched parts of her long thought to be dead inside. The ancients hadn’t lied. A True Mate could be found within one fleeting touch. And here she had him tight in her grasp — well almost. She could barely get her arms around his steely torso, not that she was in any position to complain. She closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against his back as the wind rushed through her hair and flowed over her wings. Heaven.
~~End Part Two~~
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