And she didn’t know what to do. Granted, she’d wanted the man for years, but for him to just shove his face down there was pretty weird. Where was the romance, the dinners, the dates? Hell, why did she start visualizing Aric as a man shoving his face in her crotch? He was in his wolf shape for cripes sake. She needed a mental evaluation pronto.
“Aric!” She squeaked, trying to shove the big furry head out of her crotch. He was sniffing, and his hot breath tickled right through her thin spandex yoga pants. He growled, shoving his muzzle further between her thighs.
“Cut it out! This is wrong on so many levels. Probably in different species levels too.” She swallowed hard, took a step back, but he followed.
Then, just as quick as he shoved himself between her thighs, and not in the way she wished he would, he backed out. He stepped around her in a full circle, sniffing her from every angle. What the hell? Did she stink? He did another round and stopped behind her, and shoved his face into her butt. “Whoa! Get your perverted furry face out of there or I will shove my foot up your ass and tell your mother.”
He growled. And she’d swear it sounded as if he’d laughed at her, but he did pull his muzzle out of her ass. Point one for her.
She glanced over her shoulder at the clearing, where Kelly stood in the dead center, waiting. What the hell was she waiting for? Jordan didn’t get a chance to find out. All of a sudden she was tackled to the ground.
“What the hell—?” Aric was caging her. His big furry wolf stood over her. “Aric?”
He dropped, bringing his muzzle right to her face. The bright grey eyes mesmerized her. The harsh untamed beauty of his animal face beckoned her, and she watched him change before her eyes. This close it was like something out of a movie. She’d always taken glimpses, but she’d never seen him go from wolf to man, only man to wolf. The muzzle flattened until his bone structure took on the sharp lines and angles of the future Alpha. His shaggy, black hair dropped forward, almost covering his face. The moon, high and full, gave her the ability to visually lick from his bristly jaw down his tattooed naked body.
Wait.
Oh God.
He was naked and right above her. She couldn’t help it that her vision shot down south. Her gaze raced down his muscular golden torso, down the tribal ink lines covering his arms and chest, and zoomed onto his very hard cock.
“Wow.”
He chuckled. “Thanks.”
She tore her gaze away from his erection, as much as that hurt, and caught the humor dancing in his eyes. He was enjoying her awe. Bastard.
“Aric—”
“Jordan,” he mimicked. He loved doing that to her—pressing her buttons to see her react.
“Are you…um…is that normal?” She glanced down to his ever-growing hard-on and licked her lips.
“That’s pretty normal whenever I’m turned on.” His voice sounded deeper than usual, rough.
She was having a hard time following the conversation. All she wanted to do was gape at his cock again to see if it had grown some more.
“What part turned you on, the fighting or the shoving your muzzle into my crotch?” She watched his eyes glow in the darkness. Knowing that he still had the animal right under the skin made her very perverted mind more excited. How she would be able to deny her arousal with the super slick * and drenched panties, she had no idea.
He sniffed and growled, dropping his body flush over hers. She gasped. Her hormones went into a frenzy at the feel of his hard muscled flesh. Sure there were rocks poking at her back and only God knew what insects crawling under them, but for the life of her, she couldn’t find it in her to care about any of that. The heat emanating from his warm body intoxicated her senses.
She bit her lip to keep from moaning. He moved and rubbed the inside of her thighs with his erection. She kept her eyes trained on his. One sharp inhale and she had no idea what happened next, nor did she care. All she knew was that his very sexy lips were on hers, kissing her. A deep soul-reaching branding that made her toes curl in her trainers. The kiss was so hot and passionate she’d swear it was melting the spandex off her body.
Reaching up, she twined her fingers into his soft hair. She gave up pretending that she didn’t want him. Who cared at this point? He was kissing her so damn well she only knew one thing—she wanted more.
Arousal thickened in her blood, growing by leaps and bounds with each swipe of his tongue over hers. She whimpered at his bold strokes. He delved into her, fanning the flames with his drugging moves and making her panties soaked with the small rocking of his hips between her legs. Her clit was thrumming with the need to come. If he continued with his rocking into her, she would any second. She raked her nails down his arms and his back, until she was digging her nails into his ass and hauling him into her.