Page 98 of Ice Rebel

“Now I am.” I took another gulp of my drink. For the first time in my life, I needed liquid courage.

She twisted to face me, folding her legs under her. Before the screen faded on her phone, I noticed what she’d been looking at. A page on shifters. “Why don’t you just come out and tell me we’re mates.”

If my reflexes weren’t quick, the shot of whiskey I’d consumed would be all over her face. “You just read that? There are lots of crazy stories out there.”

“Yes, there are, including about shifters having two cocks.” As soon as she allowed her gaze to fall ever so playfully to my dick, my wolf jabbed a claw into my side. The hunger was already building once again. “I read a couple scientific reports and white papers, including one by your sister-in-law, Georgia. She is quite knowledgeable in the field of shifters and obviously from a very personal lesson or two.”

Even the look on her face was sly. “You didn’t say anything.”

“What was I supposed to say to you? I felt our electric connection, but until tonight, I was clueless as to the power of our passion. Maybe I still am. What I do know is how I feel.” She placed her phone to the side before running the tips of her fingers down my chest.

“Which is?” My cock was already throbbing.

“That I like you. That’s more important than the crazy hunger I feel. You’re nothing like I thought you’d be.”

When I reached for her, she wagged her finger. “But?” I dared ask.

“But we still don’t know each other. That’s very important to me. I mean it’s a little crazy to think we’re mated for life. Do you even know what that means?”

Her question was one I’d never needed to think about. “It means anything we want it to mean.”

There was a sense of relief on her face. “Then why don’t we keep the full conversation about mating for another time.”

Now I was the one feeling a full moment of utter relief and it obviously showed on my face. I could tell by her lilting laughter. “Don’t worry, Rebel boy Roy. I don’t think anyone is going to believe we’re Mr. and Mrs. Smith.”

“You never know.” I wrapped my fingers around hers, pulling them to my lips. While I initially wanted nothing more than to roll the tips across the seam of my mouth, as usual my wolf had to stick his ugly head into the mix. He craved sucking on her fingers so that’s exactly what he did. Me? I’d planned on being a perfect gentleman.

At least for the time being. It would seem all bets were off.

She studied me intently while I moved from one finger to the other, my tongue swiping across every inch while I enjoyed the sweet taste of her skin. Soon, her eyes were close to being dilated, her breathing hitched. The way she darted the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip certainly grabbed and kept my attention.

Wolfie was hungry.

Again.

If my fully erect dick didn’t give me away, my snorting growls certainly did.

“So when do I get to see your wolf?”

I’d be damned if she hadn’t waited until I’d taken another gulp. She burst into a fit of laughter, somehow managing to capture my mouth before the liquid exploded. The kiss, just like before, took on a life of its own, only this time, she was refusing to back down even a little.

I was electrified by her enthusiasm and the way her tongue was smashing against mine. But as quickly as the roar of passion had developed, she pulled away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Just like a guy would do.

Her eyes were illuminated by the flames, her skin almost iridescent, glowing from the aftereffects of mating. I’d thought it just another myth. And as usual, I’d thought wrong.

“Maybe not something you need to see.”

“Why?” The corners of her mouth upturned in a sly smile.

“Well, because the transformation is pretty gnarly.”

“Gnarly? How old are you again? I mean while I have read shifters live longer, using that term would make you what, a hundred years older.”

“Ha. Ha. Maybe I was channeling my surfer dude from Fast Times at Ridgemont High.”

“You really to watch more current events,” she teased. “I’m serious. If I’m going to consider being your mate, I need to see the goods.”