Page 17 of Bound to the Wolf
He spun her around as the beat changed to something low and pulsing. The bass was heavy enough to vibrate through the sticky concrete floor and up through his boots, and the overhead lights had shifted to a deep amber that turned Delainey’s brown skin to burnished gold.
It was sexy and charged and almost aggressive. Delainey was looking at him like she was daring him to do more. He wasn’t sure what.
His wolf wanted him to tear off her clothes and take her right then, and he hated the way they moved together so naturally, like they had been born to do this.
They could fight together. They could dance together.
God, it would be amazing to fuck together.
His wolf took control of his better judgment for a moment.
He buried his face in her neck, breathing in that scent of roses and fire and teasing her nape with curious fingers. Her curls brushed against his forehead, impossibly soft, and he felt the rapid flutter of her pulse against his lips where they grazed the column of her throat.
One dance bled into another, his senses going haywire with need.
He didn’t know how they ended up outside the bar, and he didn’t give a damn—not when he had Delainey backed upagainst the wall, her hands creeping under his shirt and hot against his skin.
The alley was narrow, flanked by the bar’s brick exterior on one side and a chain-link fence on the other, the ground uneven gravel that crunched under their shifting feet.
They weren’t kissing, not yet, not exactly. He just kept breathing her in deeper and deeper, and his wolf insisted that he never stop. This was exactly where he was meant to be.
A yellow lightbulb flickered above the back door, barely giving enough light for a human to see by, but more than enough for a werewolf. It made Delainey look ethereal; the warm light highlighting her brown skin, her brown eyes wide with curiosity.
“What are you doing, Reece?” she asked, words full of challenge.
Fuck it.
He leaned in and kissed her. It was a hungry, ugly thing, all rough teeth and tongues battling, like this was a war and someone could win. She tasted like whiskey and something sweeter underneath, and when his teeth caught her bottom lip, she made a sound halfway between a gasp and a snarl that sent electricity straight down his spine.
Delainey let out a little oomph as her back hit the wall and he pressed her hard against it. One of his hands anchored on the brick, the scraping against his palm keeping him in the moment. Her fingers dug into his sides until he felt the prick of her nails, almost strong enough to draw blood, and he groaned against her mouth.
His ribs throbbed where her nails scored, a bright line of almost-pain that only made him press closer, his chest flush against hers until he could feel her heartbeat hammering against his own. One of her hands crept up until it was buried in his hair, and her leg hitched up around his hip.
He pressed himself closer, his cock hard and insistent, his jeans not hiding a damn thing.
Delainey froze.
She tugged her hands away and jerked her leg down, shoving at his chest twice before he was able to force himself to take a step back. The shove was hard enough to knock the air out of him, her palms flat against his sternum, and the sudden absence of her warmth left the night air biting against his skin.
“Get the fuck off of me,” she said. “What were you thinking?”
I could ask you the same.
He almost shot it back. Reece wanted to scoop her up and fuck her against the wall right there, but she was glaring at him like she hadn’t been participating just as fervently. He held his hands up as if to signal that he wasn’t holding her prisoner and took another step back.
“You’re free to walk away any time you like.”
Her face was flushed, lips swollen, eyes bright and furious. Her headband had shifted, knocked crooked during the kiss, and a few curls had sprung free across her forehead.
He hoped the taunt would be enough to make her launch herself at him and finish what they had started. But her shocked expression turned into a scowl, and she turned away from him and walked down the alley toward the parking lot, leaving him hard and angry in the dark.
Chapter
Seven
Elise’s parents had been gone for three days, which meant life was finally starting to return to normal around the coven. Elise looked like she had seen sunshine for the first time in a decade, and she was standing about three inches taller than normal. Delainey had seen the effect that Elise’s parents had on her, but it was almost shocking—the difference now that they were gone.
What she was not going to do was think about the insanity from last night.
