Her Lycan Lover by Susan Arden Page B

simple as a kiss had him spiraling.
    Quinn raised his head and regarded the woman in his arms. Sherry made to move back.
    “Not so fast,” he whispered, “I need more than one fleeting kiss.”
    Meeting his gaze, Sherry flashed topaz fire at him. “I don’t think that’s wise.”
    “Stop thinking so hard.” Without waiting for her response, he took possession of her. The heat of her mouth drew out his instinct to seek and plunder. No way was he letting her slip away before getting another taste.
    Enfolding her in his arms, he recaptured her lips, swiping his tongue along her mouth. She opened to him, and he pushed for more. Sherry ran her hands up his chest, the feel of her body spiked his hunger. Cupping the back of her head, he bit down on her lush bottom lip, reclaiming her mouth, her moans. The bindings of time dissolved. The past, present, future swirled around him.
    Quinn’s heart pounded in his throat. “Doll, I’ve been searching for you,” he whispered, gazing in her fiery eyes. “All this time…” The rest of the words evaporated.
    His brain buzzed from the electrical impulses swamping his overcrowded neural pathway. The revelation hit him with the force of a galactic explosion, realigning the molecules in his body and every one of his thoughts.
    Sherry drew her brows together, marring the perfection of her face. “If this is one of your upper floor lines, try again, Adonis. In fact, you look weird. Like you’re about to throw up.”
    “Wrong. I’m over that bout. Don’t avoid.”
    She lifted her head, “You’re not talking about the Den.”
    “You know I’m not.” Quinn tangled his hand in her hair, shifting her face an inch or two to give him better access for the type of devouring kiss he intended on sharing. He needed answers, and this was the moment. “There’s no going back. But you already know that, don’t you?”
    “Then now isn’t the time. Please, Quinn. I don’t have the answers you’re seeking.”
    How in the Dickens could she have she read his thoughts? As soon as the idea crossed his mind, she blinked and then laughed nervously.
    “You’re a man. That’s not too difficult.” She stiffened. The spell or whatever had been going on between them was immediately altered by her back to business attitude.
    “Stop.” He moved his hands down her body and gripped her hips, unwilling to let her go. He was hard, throbbing and every cell in his body was on full charge. In another deep kiss… the tangle of their tongues, and he’d have some answers. If he were right, the power would be undeniable from this point on. Unavoidable. And he’d have no recourse but to blindly follow her. Did he really want answers to questions that would forever alter his life… and hers?
    He had to figure this out and fast. Instinct was something he did not argue with and standing this close to her, his nerves were stretched to the point of snapping. She grimaced reminding him she was fragile. Mortal.
    Every second standing near to her, his overworking senses assured him, she was the one. But that did not make any sense? His mate would be one of the chosen…not a sassy human with a degree in hospitality.
    “What is it that you want? Truthfully?” She held onto his shoulders, the feel of her soft body against him was mind-altering.
    “Sherry. One meal. That’s all I’m asking.”

    Sherry twisted away, running her finger over the edge of her lips. “And then what? I can assure you I’m not a foregone conclusion. Your flyboy tactics don’t work on me, just so you know.”
    His lupine senses held him by the scruff of the neck. He keenly zeroed in on her body temperature, her breathing, her heart rate. He inhaled her essence, an ultrafeminine scent. Human. It did not matter. His Lycan arousal lapped at the molecules. This had taken on the rules of a feral hunt, and she was his prey.
    “There are worse things than enjoying the company of a single man,” he said.
    “Name one.”
    “What?