Page 76 of Howl Will I Know

Fuck.

A growl tears out of me.

Nora shivers, and the scent of her arousal fills the room. She presses a kiss beneath my ear. “If the bond disappeared tomorrow, I’d still want you.”

She pulls back and looks straight at me. “I’m not doing this because magic tells me I should.” Her fingers slide into my hair. “I’m doing it because I love you.”

My chest caves in. “I love you too.”

Nora freezes, and her whole face changes, blooming with so much joy that it hits me through the bond like sunlight.

I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist. We barely make it upstairs. By the time I kick the bedroom door shut, Nora is pulling my shirt over my head. I get hers off. Her bra follows, then her jeans. Mine hit the floor somewhere near the bed.

I stop when she’s naked in front of me. Six weeks. That’s all it’s been. Six weeks since the first time I had her. Six weeks since she looked at my scars without pity and let me touch her like she trusted me with everything.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the sight of her.

I touch her face. “I love you.”

Her expression softens. “Say it again.”

“I love you.”

My hand slides between her thighs as I kiss her. Her breath catches when my fingers find her. She’s already wet. Her head falls back as I press two fingers inside.

Pleasure spills through me as the bond flares. Not mine. Hers.

Her body tightens as I move my fingers, and the pleasure hits me again, muted and echoed, but unmistakable.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Nora’s eyes widen. “You can feel me.”

“Some of it.”

Her mouth curves. “That seems unfair.”

I push deeper, and she gasps. The echo hits me harder. “Doesn’t feel unfair.”

She laughs breathlessly.

Then I curl my fingers, and her laugh becomes a moan. I’m already losing control, but not in the way I spent years fearing. This is something else—her pleasure, my hunger, and my wolf’s certainty, all tangled together until I can’t separate one from another.

I groan as Nora reaches between us and wraps her hand around my cock. My pleasure rebounds through the bond.

Her pupils blow wide. “Oh, this is dangerous.”

I catch her wrist as she strokes me again. “Enough. I’m trying not to come before I’m inside you.”

Her smile turns wicked. “Still overachieving.”

I laugh as I nudge her toward the bed. She goes willingly. Always willingly. I settle between her thighs and kiss my way down her body. Her hands slide into my hair when my mouth finds her wet and slick. The first taste of her nearly ends me.

I hold her hips as she arches, her pleasure pouring through the bond in warm pulses. My body answers hers until I’m shaking with need.

She cries my name and clamps her thighs around my head as she comes, and her orgasm hits me hard enough that I almost lose my fucking mind.

Nora is breathing hard as I crawl back up her body.