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back of his neck, he had the grace to look a little abashed as he added, “Considering the dream you told me about, I didn’t think it was that much of a stretch.”
Rearing forward, I smacked him on the chest and snapped, “It was a dream, Marcus! It was a product of my overactive imagination, and the wolf in my head didn’t chase me across a yard!”
“I hear what you’re saying, Lily. I really do.” His gaze turned speculative, and with a slight frown, he asked, “So you aren’t freaked out by the fact that I’m a werewolf?”
If I were being completely honest with myself, I wasn’t that surprised at the revelation; he’d dropped plenty of hints along the way, and this just felt like the last piece of a puzzle I hadn’t known I was solving. His dominant streak in bed was hot, but a dead giveaway – that coupled with how possessive he’d been with me over the past month made this a far less startling discovery than he’d intended it to be.
What was startling was how arousing it was to realize that I’d been dating a werewolf for so long – not that I planned on letting him in on the secret any time soon.
Something in my expression must have given me away – or maybe it was my fluttering pulse or my suddenly rapid breathing – because his eyes sparked in a way that was so familiar, it immediately sent a bolt of lust through my body; it had taken less than four weeks for Marcus to perfectly condition my responses to his more amorous intentions, and it annoyed the hell out of me.
He dropped his arms to his sides, drawing my gaze to his bare legs, and my lungs sparked when I saw his cock harden before my rapt stare. He stalked towards me, his steps precise and measured, and I blinked as he placed his hands on either side of my head. Canting my neck, I looked up at him, feeling like I’d just run a marathon when his fiery blue eyes dropped to my lips.
Leaning forward, Marcus feathered his lips over mine, his touch so soft and so light, and it made my mouth tingle. “I’m so sorry I frightened you, Lily,” he murmured, his warm breath fanning across my jaw. His hands dropped to my neck, and he trailed his palms up my throat and cupped my cheeks. Brushing his thumb around the edge of my lips, he went on, “I’ll admit I didn’t know how to tell you about this, but the last thing I wanted to do was scare you off.”
“Next time, you could try not pursuing me like a rabbit you want to eat,” I admonished, but there was no heat in my voice; all the heat had pooled in the pit of my abdomen, thanks to his firm but tender touch.
He nodded, but there was a smile playing around his full mouth. He slipped one of his hands to my back and found the zipper to my dress. As he tugged on the tab, his head bent lower, and with one last soft apology, he parted my lips with his. My dress slipped off my shoulders, and as it fell to the ground, his tongue darted into my mouth, sweeping across the roof before licking my lower lip.
Heat coursed through my blood and I tried to wrap my arms around his neck, but Marcus moved his hands over my waist and held me in place. Ignoring my muffled moan of protest, he dragged his mouth across my jaw, groaning as his palms drifted up to my bare breasts.
“Why,” he panted, sucking on the underside of my jaw, “aren’t you wearing anything else?”
He punctuated his question by tweaking my nipples between his fingers, and a delicious shiver crawled down my spine when his pulls became more insistent. My mind clouded over with need and heat and want, and as my head fell against the tree trunk, I murmured, “It’s not like I didn’t know we were going to get naked at some point.” He pulled my earlobe between his teeth, and splinters of wood dug into my back as I arched against Marcus. Slightly breathless, I went on, “I didn’t want to waste any time getting undressed.”
“How practical of you,” he purred,
Rearing forward, I smacked him on the chest and snapped, “It was a dream, Marcus! It was a product of my overactive imagination, and the wolf in my head didn’t chase me across a yard!”
“I hear what you’re saying, Lily. I really do.” His gaze turned speculative, and with a slight frown, he asked, “So you aren’t freaked out by the fact that I’m a werewolf?”
If I were being completely honest with myself, I wasn’t that surprised at the revelation; he’d dropped plenty of hints along the way, and this just felt like the last piece of a puzzle I hadn’t known I was solving. His dominant streak in bed was hot, but a dead giveaway – that coupled with how possessive he’d been with me over the past month made this a far less startling discovery than he’d intended it to be.
What was startling was how arousing it was to realize that I’d been dating a werewolf for so long – not that I planned on letting him in on the secret any time soon.
Something in my expression must have given me away – or maybe it was my fluttering pulse or my suddenly rapid breathing – because his eyes sparked in a way that was so familiar, it immediately sent a bolt of lust through my body; it had taken less than four weeks for Marcus to perfectly condition my responses to his more amorous intentions, and it annoyed the hell out of me.
He dropped his arms to his sides, drawing my gaze to his bare legs, and my lungs sparked when I saw his cock harden before my rapt stare. He stalked towards me, his steps precise and measured, and I blinked as he placed his hands on either side of my head. Canting my neck, I looked up at him, feeling like I’d just run a marathon when his fiery blue eyes dropped to my lips.
Leaning forward, Marcus feathered his lips over mine, his touch so soft and so light, and it made my mouth tingle. “I’m so sorry I frightened you, Lily,” he murmured, his warm breath fanning across my jaw. His hands dropped to my neck, and he trailed his palms up my throat and cupped my cheeks. Brushing his thumb around the edge of my lips, he went on, “I’ll admit I didn’t know how to tell you about this, but the last thing I wanted to do was scare you off.”
“Next time, you could try not pursuing me like a rabbit you want to eat,” I admonished, but there was no heat in my voice; all the heat had pooled in the pit of my abdomen, thanks to his firm but tender touch.
He nodded, but there was a smile playing around his full mouth. He slipped one of his hands to my back and found the zipper to my dress. As he tugged on the tab, his head bent lower, and with one last soft apology, he parted my lips with his. My dress slipped off my shoulders, and as it fell to the ground, his tongue darted into my mouth, sweeping across the roof before licking my lower lip.
Heat coursed through my blood and I tried to wrap my arms around his neck, but Marcus moved his hands over my waist and held me in place. Ignoring my muffled moan of protest, he dragged his mouth across my jaw, groaning as his palms drifted up to my bare breasts.
“Why,” he panted, sucking on the underside of my jaw, “aren’t you wearing anything else?”
He punctuated his question by tweaking my nipples between his fingers, and a delicious shiver crawled down my spine when his pulls became more insistent. My mind clouded over with need and heat and want, and as my head fell against the tree trunk, I murmured, “It’s not like I didn’t know we were going to get naked at some point.” He pulled my earlobe between his teeth, and splinters of wood dug into my back as I arched against Marcus. Slightly breathless, I went on, “I didn’t want to waste any time getting undressed.”
“How practical of you,” he purred,
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