Broken Bonds (Lizzie Grace 3)

He sat down on the next seat then spun me around and positioned his knees either side of mine. He raised his glass and said, “To hastiness, nervousness, and an end result that will blow both our socks off. If we were wearing them, that is.”

I touched my glass against his and took a drink. It was a really lovely whiskey, but it also really wasn’t what I wanted to taste right now.

He tossed his drink down

in one gulp then grabbed the edge of my chair and pulled me even closer. He slid one finger under the left shoulder of my dress and gently guided it down my arm. I shifted the glass from one hand to the other and let the sleeve fall to my waist. As I took another drink, he repeated the process on the other side, leaving me half-naked and trembling with expectation.

I followed his lead and downed my drink. The alcohol burned all the way down and swamped the butterflies in an instant. I put the glass on the counter and then said, “I hardly think it fair that I’m partially naked and you’re not.” I began undoing his shirt buttons. “I expect full equality in this relationship, you know.”

“More than happy to oblige.” His breath hitched as my fingers played with the top button of his pants. “But you’re playing with fire if you go there right now.”

I laughed then leaned forward and brushed my lips across his. Tasted the hints of clove, nutmeg, and toffee that were the lingering remnants of the whiskey, and the trembling heat that lay underneath them. He groaned softly then wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, holding me still as he deepened the kiss. All too soon it became so fierce and urgent that I could barely even think, let alone breathe.

He broke off with another groan and began to touch me, using both hands and mouth to explore and tease. I arched my back, thrusting my breasts forward, silently pleading with him to do more. He caught one nipple in his mouth, gently teasing it with his teeth before using his tongue to amplify the delicious sensations shuddering through me. Then he swapped to the other nipple, repeating the process, time and again, until my whole body was trembling and awash with desire. Then, finally, his fingers slid past my belly button, past the pooled layers of my dress, past the elastic of my panties, and into the warm wetness waiting there. He caressed and teased and brought me right to the brink of satisfaction, only to pull away. I groaned and cursed him. He chuckled softly, a sweetly evil sound that hung on the air as he began the whole process again. And then again. But just as I ready to scream in frustration, he caught my face between his hands and gently kissed me.

Then he pressed his forehead against mine, his breath short, sharp pants that burned my lips. “You have no idea how badly I want you right now, but I wanted our first time—”

“Aiden, if you don’t stop worrying and get naked—right here and now—I am going to take matters into my own hands.”

His laugh skittered across my sweat-dotted skin. “I do love a woman who’s not afraid to state her needs.”

“This woman’s needs are great, so get moving.”

To say we got naked in record time would be another of those understatements. He pulled a foiled condom out of his jeans pocket and then wrapped his arms around me and kissed me again. It was no less urgent than before, and the trembling need in my body grew.

“Here or upstairs?”

“If you dare move anywhere, Ranger,” I muttered, “I will scream.”

He laughed again and put the condom on. I pushed him back onto the bar chair and then climbed onto his lap, straddling his legs and then lowering myself onto him.

He slipped inside slowly—easily—and oh lord, it felt so good, so right, that a shudder ran through me and a groan of utter pleasure escaped. It was a sound he echoed, but for several seconds, neither of us moved. His breath washed across my lips, and the heat pooling deep within was gathering strength and demanding release. He slid one hand around my waist and the other up to my left breast, cupping it, teasing it with fingers and thumb as I began to rock against him. Slowly at first, and then with increasing urgency. The exquisite pressure built and built, curling through my body, shaking me with its power, until it became a tidal wave that would not be denied.

“Oh... God.” My voice was little more than a fractured whisper. “Please....”

Our urgency increased. I gripped his shoulders, thrusting down harder—quicker—onto him, pushing him deeper. All too soon the shuddering took hold as my orgasm hit and pleasure ripped through my body. I groaned, a sound that seemed to tip Aiden over the edge. He came, fast and hard and with a deep roar of utter pleasure.

For several minutes, neither of us moved. I couldn’t move—satisfaction seemed to have sapped my strength and if I hadn’t already been sitting, my knees would have given way and had me falling.

Eventually he kissed me again, with a passion that spoke of need barely quenched.

“That was amazing.”

“Indeed.” I loosely locked my arms around his shoulders. “But I’m told werewolves have extraordinary stamina, and I’m feeling the need to examine whether this rumor is true or not. How many condoms have you got on hand?”

“More than enough, let me assure you.” He placed his hands under my butt and rose. As I wrapped my legs around his waist, he added, “Shall we go fulfill this desire of yours?”

“Please do.”

He laughed and carried me up the stairs to his bedroom. Over the long course of the night, he did indeed prove werewolves had amazing stamina.

But then, so did some witches when they were in the arms of the right man.

* * *

“Well, well,” Belle said, as I wandered into the café the next morning. “Don’t you look like the cat who got all the cream?”

I sighed and leaned against the cake counter. “And very good cream it was, too.”