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Seff wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me only to set me down, straddling the bench, facing him. He smoothed his hands down to my calves and draped them over his thighs. He pulled me in close, so close our clothes were the only barrier between his groin and mine.
“Even though we’re here on a hunt, and no matter if we find who we’re looking for, what I want you to remember first is you and me makin’ out on a park bench, in the dark, with the snow falling around us.”
For the next several minutes, I thoroughly enjoyed the soft touch of mysakana’swarm lips and teasing tongue. Gods, his sweet kisses were luscious, as he might put it. Kissing Seff this way—well, Seff kissing me this way—slowly, steadily built a sensual ache inside me, and I wasn’t in a hurry to bring it to any kind of conclusion. Yet.
He pulled away long enough to unbutton his heavy denim jacket. Next, he reached for my jacket zipper and drew it down, his dark eyes following as the jacket parted to reveal the thick sweater I wore over a thin silk cami. Two pieces of clothing I could remove quickly if I needed to shift into my wolf form on short notice. I’d grown up where the winters lasted almost half the year, with hip-deep snowdrifts sometimes accumulating in our little valley. I’d perfected the art of shifting while still in my jeans and snow boots and sprinting away without becoming entangled.
Icy air hit my bare neck, making shivers travel through my body. Seff pulled me into his chest. I sighed as the warmth of his big, muscular body pressed against mine.
“Need more of you, Des.”
Lips grazed my earlobe. Sharp teeth scraped the sensitive skin of my neck and caused a different kind of shiver to run through me. My breasts tingled, and my sex seemed to radiate its own heat. The desire for mysakanawas an aching, swelling need.
Snowflakes landed on my cheeks and in my hair. I slipped my arms inside Seff’s jacket, his body heat almost burning my chilly hands. “Kiss me some more.”
“You betcha,” he murmured against my mouth as he leaned forward and lay me down along the length of the park bench.
The hot, hard ridge of his cock pressed against my sex as his kisses became longer, went deeper. No other male had ever kissed me so perfectly. Seff kissed as if he were trying to burn the memory into my brain, body, and soul. One of his hands slipped beneath me, changing the angle of my pelvis.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
I didn’t hesitate. I locked my ankles around his back and held on.
“That’s right, darlin’, just like that.”
More slow, deep kisses. Gods, the taste of my male. The scents we created between us—pine forest, crisp apple, orange blossoms, honey, and the familiar fragrance of our mutual arousal—such a delicious perfume.
The slow rocking motion of his hips between my legs flooded my body with need. Teasing—teasing a tiny spark until a full-on flame burst to life, the intensity incredible. Writhing against him, I moaned, and he groaned along with me. Everything happened so fast—and not fast enough. A swirling liquid heat built inside me until one last thrust of Seff’s hips and a climax ripped through my center, spreading outward throughout my entire body.
I pulled my mouth from Seff’s, arching into him and gasping, “Oh, Seff.”
He buried his face between my breasts and groaned. “Holy fuck, Des.”
His mouth came back to mine, playful, coaxing, licking, and sucking. We shuddered and trembled for several moments afterward, breathing each other’s air as we caught our breath. Once the pleasurable daze lifted a little, I was ready for more. Throughout our make-out session, I was the only one who’d climaxed. Seff had been close. Somewhere in the background, I’d felt him holding back.
“I never knew... I never... Seff, that was incredible.” I sighed. “A little one-sided, and I’m sorry about that.”
“Des, nothing one-sided about it. I get just as much pleasure feelin’ you come through our bond. And, not gonna lie, it’s fucking amazing.” Seff leaned his forehead against mine and smiled. “That’s how a relationship is supposed to work, darlin’. If you’re wondering, I gotta tell you, I have this crazy urge to make up for lost time. I know that’s not the case, but I can’t help it. I need to touch you. Need to taste you.”
His lips brushed mine. The tip of his tongue slowly traced my lips.
“And, Des, I know you don’t need my protection.”
His voice dropped low as he gazed into my eyes.
“I know you have your own weapons.”
He knows.
“Seff...” His name left my lips in a sigh.
“The way you say my name makes me so damn hard.” He leaned into my center again and caught my sudden gasp in his mouth. “Holy fuck, I love how you feel against me. Makes me want to strip you naked and sink so deep inside you our souls touch.” His fangs grazed my chin. “I don’t know how I’m ever gonna keep my mouth off of you.”
Tilting my head back, I gave his lips and teeth better access to my neck. “What’s stopping you?” Gooseflesh swept over my skin as his sharp fangs pinched my earlobe.
He sat up abruptly. “You cold?”
Without his body pressed to mine, I felt the wind’s chill and every clump of snow hitting my bare skin. The temperature seemed to have dropped several degrees since we started our make-out session. The snow fell thicker, faster.
