As quickly as that wick alights, it’s snuffed out with one look at me once he realizes he’s probably gone too far. Even though I always try to reach him before he takes off, he’s usually made it halfway into the woods before I can catch up.
If he lets me.
Each of them might be so different they might as well each be a different species, but there’s one thing we all share—myself included.
A wildly insatiable passion. Even for me, the human, who should have no problem controlling my emotions since I’m not under the influence of any wolfish bonding spells, or whatever it is they claim draws them to me. Even I can’t seem to curb my want for them.
It’s all we can do to keep ourselves from being entirely consumed.
Having wrestled his way back into place above me, Rory presses his body down against mine, burying me down deeper into the thick pile of leaves. I can see the orange and gold around me through my peripheral vision, as if we’ve made a little nest within them.
He puts his mouth on mine and my senses are overloaded. His tongue teases mine, taunting me until I feel myself sinking deeper toward the ground. I feel something else too. Between my heated thighs I can feel Rory’s hardening desire for me. The press of it makes my mind spiral out of control with the thought of what it would be like to make love to one of the boys.
Careful now.
But there’s no stopping it.
After months of this, this … teasing … it’s only natural to want the real thing. The full thing.
Rory, Marlowe, Kaleb are both men and wolves; and that thought alone is as frightening as it is exhilarating. As our feverish kissing escalates, I have no thought of Kaleb and Marlowe still sitting around us close enough to touch; and I can tell that Rory has no thought of them either.
He presses against me again and I reflexively wrap my legs around his waist, letting me feel him against my body even more. As my arms hook under his shoulders and my hands move against his back, I can feel his chest heave against mine and his jaw tip up to try to kiss me even deeper.
This here, right now, is utopia. And I am at its center.
And just as quickly, Rory turns his head away from mine and pulls me out of it.
“We have to stop,” he says through heady breaths, still not letting go of my body or moving from his position over me. “I’m sorry, I’m getting carried away.”
I reach my hands up to turn his face toward me and when I do, I see his glowing yellow eyes look back at me. There’s a shadow of shame hanging over his face. The desire he’s fighting is clear behind his eyes, his body trembling against mine as though desperately losing a battle against his urge to have m
e right here, right now, in this crimson pile of leaves.
I wonder if his wolf-shifter nature makes his impulses even more difficult to control, even more intense than what a human would feel. Even wondering about it, it’s hard to imagine any desire stronger than my own.
I stare into his beautiful eyes and smile.
“Never be ashamed to look at me with those eyes,” I say. “You know that I love you—all parts of you.”
I love you.
I feel myself freeze up.
I’ve never said those words before. I’ve thought them a hundred times, a thousand times … but the moment they drop from my lips they’re made real.
The insatiable look in Rory’s eyes flares as he leans forward to kiss me again, but before our lips touch, he’s knocked off by Kaleb. The movement sends him flying into the leaves with a boisterous, if a little annoyed, laugh.
“You love me too, don’t you?” Kaleb asks as he crawls slowly over me into his place.
I laugh. “You know that I do.”
“Good,” he says as he shakes his hair out of his face. “I was beginning to get a bit jealous.” The grin that spreads across his face makes my entire body tingle. I reach up to grab him and pull him down on top of me.
Kaleb’s kiss is deliciously different from Rory’s, they all are. Each of the boys has a touch, a scent, a taste.
I feel his tongue wrap around mine as his hair falls against my cheek, and all at once I am lost again; lost in the protective, intoxicating embrace of Kaleb’s arms. He’s less restrained than the others, and he slowly moves with a swelling desire against my pelvis. Unlike Rory, he doesn’t immediately draw back.
He feels my thighs shake against him and my breathlessness make me gasp for small gulps of air amid our kissing. In response, he moves against me stronger and kisses me harder, making me feel as though I am going to die if I can’t have him this very moment.