“So, you’re a shifter? My mom always warned me about shifters and how they only want one thing, that and vampires.”
Ethan’s gaze grew intense. She shivered despite the heat of the day.
“And what is that?” he asked.
Her breath caught, and the sounds of the city faded as she tried to ignore the itch of her magic flowing through her. A strength she’d never felt before danced along her fingertips the closer she came to him. A confidence she’d never known blanketed over her with each step. Tingling, completely separate from the coursing life of her magic, settled between her legs. She paused in front of him struggling to keep her breathing even. The air around her crackled.
“My mom always said shifters just want to get in your pants,” she whispered.
Chapter 4
Ethan sniffed at the rotting air of the alley, separating out the scent of her. Sweet. Innocence. Sugar. Calm. Peace. A deep yearning need clawed at him. His wolf shifted, bowing lower the closer they came.
She was so close he could feel the energy pulsing off her body. He fisted his hands, letting his nails bite into his palms as he fought against the shift. The wolf swayed side to side, trying to determine his position.
His wolf feasted on the sweetness of her. She wanted him. The scent of her magic a spicy contrast to her sugary sweet arousal. The vision of her beneath him, her back arched as he lapped at her heat, circling the sensitive nub between her legs had his pants so fucking tight he wasn’t sure they weren’t going to pop at the seam.
He swallowed. A taste was all he needed. Her full lips, perfectly pink, were moving and he couldn’t figure out a single fucking word coming out of them.
All he could see was her. The static of power in the air thick as a morning fog had the magic of his wolf pawing at the ground, begging to be released.
She’s the one. His wolf growled out as he began to pace within his soul.
Ethan took a step, wincing at the pain in his pants. His dick throbbed, and his wolf growled a volatile combination. Instinct driving him he took one more step. His eyes focused on her mouth, imagining her hair tousled and her lips swollen after hours of making love.
“Olivia?”
A weak “yes,” was all he heard as he moved in closer to her, stopping a mere inch from her. He’d let her have a second to run if she wanted. If she didn’t though, God help him, if she didn’t.
“Fuck. Olivia. You smell so good.”
A quick gasp her only response.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said. Fuck. If she didn’t walk away now, he’d do more than kiss her.
“Okay.”
The next two seconds blurred as he dove in. His lips pressed to hers, his hands pulling at her waist, pulling her close to rub against his raging hard-on.
Her heart beat against his chest, erratic and strong. The sweet scent of her a tornado to his senses as the tingle of magic crackled within the air.
This was his first witch, and if the power licking at his skin was any indication of what he was in for, Ethan wasn’t sure he’d ever let her go.
She pressed into him, her body hot through her clothes. Her bare thigh snaked around him, his hand reached out to grab it. He liked her dress, whatever the fuck it looked like.
Logical thought be damned. He slid his hand higher and higher. She didn’t stop him. Her kisses grew more and more feverish in their mission.
His hand reached her butt, the cotton of her underwear the only thing between his palm and the soft skin of her ass.
He pulled away with all good intentions and somehow continued to kiss down her jaw line down to her ear.
“Olivia, do you want me to stop?”
Her unsteady breaths were the only sound he heard as his tongue licked her lobe. He sucked on the soft skin.
The hand on her ass slid further down finding the edge of her panties. Following the line of fabric, he trailed his hand between her legs and slipped his finger under the fabric. She shuddered in his arms as the tip of his pointer finger ran along her slit. The warm heat welcoming him as he slid his finger between the folds of her and slowly pushed into her tight muscles. She whimpered against his neck.
He started stroking her, in and out. He pulled out, pushing two fingers in next. Her muscles squeezed around him, tight. He worked her, stroking her until she trembled. Her weight falling to him as her legs shook.
The straining of his pants had him growling. He needed to take her. His wolf wouldn’t accept no. The ache in his belly was searing every nerve within him.
Losing the rational thoughts of his human, he pulled his hand away. She didn’t have time to question him. He grabbed her ass and lifted her up.
His mouth found hers and he walked backward until his back hit the rough brick wall.
Her hands rested on his cheeks as she kissed harder and faster, her hips rocking against him. He responded, his hunger for her desperate, growing.
He spun around and pushed her up against the wall. Ethan’s freed hand cupped the bodice of her dress, squeezing, kneading. His fingers ghosted against a taut peak. He pintched the nub between his fingers as she moved against him.
“Fuck,” he hissed, between his own uneven breathing.
“Yes. Yes. That,” she said.
She fumbled one-handed at his waist-band, pulling at the snap, and yanking. The zipper gave way, and he sprang free.
Without much thought, he ripped at her underwear, the fabric shredding. His thumb rubbed against her clit until Olivia pressed into his hand, bearing down against his palm.
He needed no other encouragement. Welcomed, he pressed the tip of
