Chapter 8
Willow
I am slipping in and out of the fog… I’m so tired… But this daydream that my soulmate has come for me is so cozy, all I really want to do now is lie down and rest.
Suddenly firm lips are pressing against my own—cutting through the haze of my dream-like thoughts.
So warm… the masculine tang of his scent and the musk of his wolf are all around me. I want to live in his scent. Build a home in it and never leave…
Oh, shit.
This kiss is no daydream… but I can’t bring myself to care. It feels so good… he feels so good. I feel like I’m really waking up.
I press myself closer, wanting more—no, needing more.
It’s as if my small motion unravels him. He groans, deep and wild, as his hands slip into my hair and against my hip, pulling me hard against him. Close enough for me to feel every inch of firm muscle… and a hardness pressing insistently against me, twitching against the back of my thigh.
Holy fuck.
As I gasp, he deepens the kiss. His tongue tangles up with mine, sweet as sin. All those sleek caresses, those plush lips eagerly pressing against mine—they light a fire in me that heats me all the way down to my lower belly.
It seems too good to be true, but also better than anything I have ever dared hope for.
This is really happening. This really is my soulmate, and he’s really here and kissing me… the bright tang of his arousal floods the surrounding air.
I haven’t imagined it? Has he really freed me from that horrible lab, bringing me somewhere safe, just to make out with me?
My soulmate… he’s come for me?
Something deep within my chest stirs awake at the realization, howling and yipping, clawing her way to the surface.
I gasp as I feel the strength of my wolf roaring through my blood.
From within my body, she bursts into my consciousness, as if she’s broken through the surface of a frozen lake and is wading to the shore.
She barks excitedly, every inch of her vibrating with excitement.
Flooding my mind with one singular thought.
Mate. Mate. Mate.
Suddenly, my soulmate breaks off our kiss, wrenching his face away from mine and panting heavily. But he never puts me down. He still holds me firmly in his powerful arms. I look around, seeing we have come to a rest in a small clearing of the woods.
“I’m sorry.” He doesn’t take his gaze from my lips.
Why is he apologizing? All my mate has done is rescue me and kiss me. Does he think I don’t want it? Does he… not want it? My mate’s lingering scent of arousal says differently—he enjoyed that kiss as much as I did.
I want him to do it again.
Maybe it’s the lingering giddiness from getting my wolf back, or the exhilaration from knowing that I am finally free—that he’d freed me—but I could stay in this moment forever.
I realize I don’t know the first thing about this man—nothing besides the plain fact that he fills my body with desire. His lips on mine are the best thing that has happened in… I don’t even know how long. Probably the best thing in my entire life.
With my whole world tipped upside down, I am certain of only one undeniable truth—I want more. A fire burns within me that only my mate can quench.
“Did you want to kiss me?” I don’t look away from his face—his eyes darken with hunger at my question.
“Of course,” he licks his lips nervously. My eyes trace its path as it darts out, remembering the taste of it—yearning for it.
“Good,” I murmur, as I slide my hand up his chest, feeling his hard muscles flexing beneath my touch. “I want you too.”