Lilith's POV
The car door slams, making me jump.
The cool leather seat chills my skin through my skirt. Before I can settle, the partition rises, and the tinted windows seal us in a private cage.
Jarek's scent--dark cedar and danger--engulfs me. His strong arms lock around me like steel, my nose pressed into his expensive suit.
He loves this--holding me close, burying his face in my neck, kissing, sniffing, claiming my scent.
"Did you miss me?"
I tried to squirm away, but his hand fisted in my hair, holding me in place. His wet tongue traces my pulse, and my racing heartbeat echoes in my ears.
"Hmm?" His palm squeezes my waist, rough fingers kneading with wicked intent. "Answer me."
I arch away. "Stop...it tickles..."
His broad hand slides over my stomach, the other tracing my waist slowly. Every touch sets my skin on fire.
I bite my lip to stop trembling, but a whimper escapes when he presses harder. "Ugh...stop."
"Ticklish? Cute." He chuckles, his hand suddenly sliding up.
I freeze. His fingers push against the edge of my bra, kneading my breasts--not gentle, not painful, but teasing the most sensitive spots.
"Answer," he growls, fangs grazing my flushed ear. "Did you miss me today?"
My resolve crumbles. I cling to his neck, hiding my burning face in his shoulder. "I...missed you..."
"Missed who?" His fingers tighten, teasing.
"You..." My voice breaks as he pinches again. "Stop touching me like that!! Please!"
"Then say it--who am I?" His thumb rolls over my nipple.
"Ah--!" My back arched, a helpless whine tearing from my throat. My arms tightened around him, nails digging into his shoulders.
He licked the tear from the corner of my eye before I could even register it had fallen. Then, broken and breathless, I finally cried out--
"Honey! My Honey!"
The second the words left my lips, I realized what I'd done.
I'd surrendered.
Worse, my body trembles with shameful pleasure, and I can't stop begging. "Please, stop..."
To my shock, he did.
His hands stilled.
I blinked up at him, dazed, only to find his eyes dark with satisfaction--and something far more dangerous.
This wasn't mercy.
It was a pause.
"Fine. As you want."
Because the next second, his hands clamped around my waist, and in one swift motion, he yanked me into his lap, my legs straddling his thighs.
The rustle of my skirt sounded too much like the frightened bristling of fur.
Sure enough, his hands clamp my waist again. The world spins, and I'm straddling his lap, my skirt rustling like startled fur.
"You said As I want!" I protest.
"I did," he purred, already leaning in. "Now it's my turn."
Bullshit.
His hot tongue presses against my neck. I tilt back to dodge, but he purrs, pleased. My whimper escapes as he slips his hand under my clothes, tearing them open. His rough palm cups my breast, squeezing until my nipple aches.
I bury my face in his shoulder, desperate to escape his touch, but he won't let me. He bites my neck, forcing me into a possessive kiss.
His fangs scrape my lips, every kiss a claim on my body.
His hands don't stop, hungrily kneading my breasts.
"Mmph...!"
Then something hard and hot presses against my core, making my skin prickle.
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Jarek's POV
I was losing my fucking mind.
A day without touching her, kissing her, feels like ants crawling under my skin.
I licked into her mouth, a possessive growl rumbling in my chest as my fingers dug into the soft flesh of her tits.
Her needy whimpers, the wetness between her thighs, the way her nipples harden--all for me.
But it's not enough. Not even close.
"Ready?" I pull back from her swollen lips, watching her pant against my chest, eyes wet with lust.
"W-what?" Her voice shakes.
I unbuckled my belt, freeing my cock--hard, aching, dripping--and dragged the head along her inner thigh. "This."
I gripped her chin, forcing her to look down, to see what she did to me.
Thick, veined, leaking pre-cum that smeared against her skin in sticky strands.
She immediately turned her face away, her ears burning red, her body curling into me like she could hide.
I rolled my hips, grinding against her, my voice a hot whisper in her ear. "When are you gonna let me in, huh? I'm so fucking hard it hurts..."
I nudged the tip against her clothed heat, "Touch me...see how hot I am for you..."
She shakes her head, voice muffled against my chest. "No...I don't have my wolf yet...only my mate can..."
Mate?
My heart pounds, blood roaring in my ears.
Fuck.
Once she awakens, she'll have a mate--and it might not be me.
The thought makes my arms tighten, locking her against me. My fangs pierce the inside of my mouth, blood spreading across my tongue.
"She's ours! Mark her NOW!" My wolf howled inside me, primal and raging.
She's mine. I'm not fucking kidding.
I can already smell the sweet promise of her womb carrying my pups someday.
But I can't. I take a deep breath, forcing calm.
If that bastard Kieran can hold back, I'm not losing to him.
For now, the slick heat between her thighs will have to do.
"I'll wait," I mutter, nipping her ear. "But you're mine."
My fingers tangle in her hair, forcing her to look up. "When the time comes, I'm gonna fuck you senseless."