Wolf Charmer (Team Greywolf 2)

Gaby gripped his face with her hands, kissing him with equal adoration.

He delved deep, doing his best to be gentle, but not for long as he slammed into her.

She arched, meeting each powerful thrust. Her breath shallow and fast. She joined his rhythm.

With every inch of his will, he waited as she convulsed in rapturous pleasure beneath him. Moaning softly. “Oh, yes, oh.”

Kane groaned and stiffened in release. “Mine.” He co

nvulsed and together they rode waves of glorious bliss. He landed on his back and pulled her in, enjoying her warmth. Gaby filled the emptiness of his soul. He stroked her arm. To hell with my past and lycan rules, I only want her in this moment and for the rest of their lives. “We are good together.”

She circled his nipple. “I have to agree.”

He kissed her hair. “Although, now I’m starving.”

She sat and stared at the clock. “Dinner in ten minutes.”

“Are you sure we shouldn’t order in?”

“Trust me, the restaurant upstairs is awesome.”

He smiled and got up. “Then awesome it is.”

Gaby felt deliciously sore and still tingled as they stepped into the restaurant owned by a popular television chef. It would have been nice to order in, then more sex, but they needed, or at least she needed some cool off time. Sex was bound to happen, but she couldn’t confuse it with love. Not the happily ever after romance.

Kane took in a long sniff. “Wow. Impressive.”

Interesting that aromas rather than visuals were what he noted. Now it’s my turn to show off my charm. “Reservations for Jones, party of two.”

The headwaiter nodded. “Yes. This way.” He seated them at a candle lit table overlooking Las Vegas’ glittering skyline. He handed them the wine and liquor menu.

Kane went into alpha millionaire mode, ordering the most expensive items on the menu. “Your best bottle of champagne and then a bottle of your finest red blend for dinner.”

“Yes, of course, sir.” The waiter left.

“An entire bottle?” Starving, the last thing she needed was to drink on an empty stomach. Especially while still drunk with lust.

“To celebrate our escape.”

The waiter brought the champagne and popped the cork. He poured them a glass and then placed the champagne back in the iced bucket. “I’ll return with the menu and chef specials.”

Kane raised his glass. “To escaping with the most charming woman on the entire planet.”

She laughed. “And most charming wolfish prince.”

They clinked glasses and drank.

Bubbles tickled her nose. She shuddered. “Wow. Good.” She downed the rest.

“You might want to slow down.”

“I finally escaped Project Sabertooth. Pour me another.”

“Okay.” He filled her glass. “We better get you fed.” He called the waiter over to take their order. “What do you recommend?”

“We’ll start with caviar and a crab dish specialty followed by black truffles and our chef’s special lobster, and beef Châteaubriand.”

Kane turned to Gaby. “What do you think?”