Wolf Bound (Fated) By Jenival Writes

Chapter 8

Amber was beginning to realize that curiosity was the reason she was in this situation because, from that night forward. Callan had chased Amber night after night in her dreams, a sexual game of cat and mouse. When he’d finally caught her, on the dance floor of the club she’d fled, ironically, she’d been a willing victim. She recalled dancing in his arms, the rhythm of the music guiding their bodies. There was no fear. It was as if she’d finally found someone who understood her. A man whose arms felt like home. Afterward, she craved sleep just to be close to him, to feel his body pressed against hers.

“It was real, Amber, Callum said, the words rumbling from his chest. “All of it.”

All of it. The words echoed in Amber’s cars.

The first few dreams were somewhat tame, transpiring in places she refused to get down and dirty, but during the last one, they’d been alone in a bedroom. For the first time, they’d removed their clothing, stripping each other hare. Instead of feeling his muscles bulge beneath her fingers, she’d finally seen them. He had been, and remained, the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. His large body was perfectly proportioned, his skin tan and smooth. She’d gone down on him because she couldn’t resist. The temptation he’d presented had been too potent to shake. She’d never forget his taste. The way her lips. stretched as his co ck glided in and out of her mouil

Her pu ssy spasmed, creating more wetness between her legs.

Da mn, it.

Her panties were soaked, clinging to swollen vaginal lips.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you? It felt so good when you sucked my co ck. Your mouth was so hot, honey. I want to look you in the eye next time. I want to see how turned on you are when you’re sucking me off.”

Holy mother.

In her dreams, Callum had loved to talk dirty. It had taken a few dreams to become accustomed to his explicit sexual vocalizations, hur she’d managed. A good thing since he enjoyed doing the same thing in reality,

“I’m thinking about it she admitted, caving since she already had one foot in the door. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking

about it.”

Or your promise to do the same to me, she thought.

After two nights of waiting for Callum to appear in her dreams, her curiosity about what it would be like had gotten the better of her. Shard hesitantly touched herself in the shower, imagining it was Callum’s tongue caressing her cl it, his mouth. suckling on her flesh. Unfortunately, she’d stapped just shy of an or gasm, becoming uncomfortably aware of herself. She’d felt embarra**ed and uncertain. One incursion into mas turbation had taken her back several years, to another time and place.

At seventeen, she’d had one sexual encounter, a rushed pairing with an equally awkward boy from her English cla**. They’d parted ways immediately after, avoiding each other if at all possible. She didn’t know if he was embarra**ed by his performance or didn’t want a repeat of hers. Either way, it didn’t matter. His touch had felt all kinds of wrong, even when she tried to relax and enjoy what they were doing. From that moment forward, she wasn’t interested in sex or men.

Then Calluny came along, at least in her dreams

Each wisp of his fingers against her sensitive skin made her melt inside, creating tendrils of heat in her stomach. She lifted her head, meeting his glowing eyes. A simple

k from the man-made her insides puddle. There was nothing insecure or awkward about Callum. He knew exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it.

And she realized she wanted him to take it from her. How was she expected to process and accept this in such a short time?

“Here’s what’s going to happen.” His body brushed hers. She felt the hard length of his erection prodding her belly. Th going to take you to my room and make you burn. I’m going to make you so hot you’ll think you’re dying from the pleasure of it. This isn’t a dream. You’re going to get all of me, Amber. All of me.”

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Chapter 8

Oh boy.

She tried to argue when he cut her off, his fingers sliding from her chin and latching on to the hair at her nape. He pulled her head back, nuintaining eye contact.

“I’m tired of keeping my hands to myself.

Then he kissed her, lips soft but demanding his tongue lashing out to tease the cavern of her mouth. It shouldn’t have been possible to swoon, but swoon she did. Her knees buckled, the warmth from his body seeping into hers. His hand drifted down, and he palmed her a ss, squeezing just hard enough that she groaned. Shed forgotten what a master he was with his fingers, how expertly he put them to use.

“So sweet and hot,” he growled into her mouth, yanking her forward and rolling his hips, making the world tilt and shift. And all f ucking mine

Callum had tried to do the right thing.

Amber deserved answers, not the mindless f ucking he had in mind. The beautiful female was confused. She was scared. But she was also turned on. Hell, she’d been hot for him the instant they touched. Her scent called to him. Tomorrow he could tell her everything she wanted to know. For now, he had to calm her fears and show her he would take care of her, regardless of the cost.

He basked in her taste, sweet as sugar and tempting as sin. Her soft curves molded to him, her rounded a ss the perfect size for his hand. She whimpered as he squeezed the giving flesh, his fingers digging into her jeans. Tugging her forward, he thrust his co ck against her stomach and rotated his hips. The beast in him wanted to yank down her pants, force her onto her hands and knees, and f uck her from behind.

Not yet.

She yelped when he lifted her. He carried her in the direction of the bedroom. He caught the sound in his mouth, growling. in pleasure as her surprise turned to hunger. Her lips parted and their tongues danced, touching, teasing, and dritting apart. He’d be lucky if he didn’t come with his first taste of her, undone by the sweetness of her pu ssy as he lapped at her slit. He could smell her, hot, honeyed, and primed for the taking.

They entered his bedroom and he headed for the bed. He carefully lowered her to the mattress, bringing his body over hers. forcing her knees apart so he could slide his hips between her thighs. He could feel the heat of her p ussy through his jeans. The scent of her arousal tickled his nose. The white glow from the moon slithered through the curtains and caressed her face, the shadows on the bed a combination of black and gray. Her irises changed color, shifting from blue-green to a vibrant seabed in the light.

“I’m gonna eat you up,” he growled against her lips and ripped the lower one gently. I want to hear every little noise you

make.”

She helped him rug off her jacket, violent as she ripped the material from her torso. He felt her fingers shaking when their hands met, her lithe body squirming beneath him. She was eager and ready as he was. When they’d first started dream- pairing, she’d been nervous and inhibited during their sexual interludes. Now real, willing, and in his arms his little mins of a mate was wild and out of control.

Just the way be wanted her.

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