Saving a Wolf: Moonbound Series, Book Six by Krystal Shannan, Camryn Rhys Page B

reverent…like a prayer—he believed it.
    “You’re human, so it will be foreign to you at first. But I promise you, if you follow the magick, you’ll feel it, too.”
    “Oh, I feel it.” Luther clapped his jaw shut, as soon as the words came out of him. Why would I admit that?
    “Then why fight it?”
    He gritted his teeth against the comfort that settled over him with each breath of Maggie’s, holding her hand on his crazy-beating heart. He couldn’t let her in, not when she knew who he was. And she was American, on top of it.
    I can never cross that border again .
    Rossi couldn’t protect him in America.
    “Because you don’t know me. I don’t care what you believe about Fate or whatever bullshit thing you think brought you here.” He took her by the wrist and took her hand from his body. “You’re part of some seriously weird shit, and I’m not going to get involved in it.”
    Maggie pushed at him. “Well, if you think that’s enough to get rid of me, then you don’t know me .” She stepped into his space, her hot breath on his skin, her gaze fluttering between his eyes. “I wasn’t even supposed to go on this stupid mission. My brother should’ve come. Only they needed a computer whiz. So I had to, and I’ve spent the rest of the trip wondering why I’m here.”
    Luther couldn’t move. With her body so close, all he could think was how much he wanted to fuck her again. He was already hard—he couldn’t remember a moment of Maggie’s touch when he wasn’t on the verge of an erection. But that would be the mother of all mistakes. He tried to keep silent.
    “I’ve thought I found my mate before, y’know.” She put her hands on her hips and rolled her tongue inside her mouth. “Yeah. Six times, mind you. But they were all just…placeholders. Now that I’ve found the real thing. There is no mistaking the real thing. Fate doesn’t lie.”
    His muscles twitched. If she didn’t back off soon, he was going to kiss the hell out of her, just to get some peace in his body and mind again. “You’re just horny,” he hissed out, his breath thin. “So was I. It’s an itch, Mag, that’s all it is.”
    “That’s all this is?” She snaked her hand into his shorts and grabbed his dick.
    Pressure built in his abdomen, like he might come right there on her fingers. He bore down, thinking boner-chilling thoughts. But he could still fucking cut glass. He wanted to be inside her.
    “ That ,” he managed, “is my dick.”
    “I know.” She stroked it. “You get hard so fast. And I can see it in your eyes. You want to fuck me.”
    “Shit, Maggie.” He forced air from his lungs. “You are torturing me.”
    She kept moving her hand on the sensitive skin of his erection. “I’m not torturing you, Luther. You’re torturing yourself.” She released him and he heard the slick zip of her shorts, and then the light thwuck of them hitting the floor. “You can have me whenever you want me.”
    Luther walked her back against the closet in one swift step. His cock slid between their bodies, against the soft material of his shorts, up her stomach, as he pressed himself against her and dipped his head for a kiss. She slid his shorts down, just low enough to free his erection, and climbed up his body, hooking her legs over his hips.
    He anchored himself against the closet and thrust hard, guiding himself into her. The visceral release of being inside her was almost enough to bring on his orgasm. Instead, she angled her head for a deeper kiss and he kept thrusting, like they belonged this way.
    The urgency that had been driving him had suddenly abated, and he wanted to stay like this forever. Driving into her, making her pant into his kiss, feeling her hard little nipples graze his flesh through her tank.
    This felt like home in a way home never had.
    Maggie released his lips and held on to his neck. “Fuck me.” She gripped him tight with her athletic legs and he pounded harder…faster…deeper.