My wolf absolutely howls inside of me, telling me to do ridiculous things as she always does. Kiss him! Jump on top of him, wrap your legs around his waist, he likes that! See if you can get his pants off – he just put them on - But I shake my head, willfully trying to ignore her, because the sens
I just narrow my eyes, still pissed. Because I mean – I’ve done stuff by myself before – and never, ever have I finished that fast. Damn, but he thinks highly of himself in these regards. “You’re exaggerating to get what you want,” I growl, even though it turns into a gasp when Luca tightens his
I moan again, hard, as Luca touches me, his hand moving slowly lower, sliding his fingers against the slick skin he finds there. Subtly, moving without even thinking about it, I shift my feet further apart, wanting him to touch me deeper, wanting more. “Good girl,” Luca murmurs, his voice a purr i
And when I do, Luca’s right there, holding me tight. I tilt my head up, looking into his eyes, and he cups my cheek in his hand, looking seriously down into my face. “You win,” I murmur, and he bursts into laughter as I tuck my head under his chin, and press my flushed cheek against his chest, a
“No,” I laugh, wrinkling my nose at him and smacking him playfully on the chest. “I don’t want to give you any encouragement.” Luca growls, snatching me closer, willing me to tell what I’m thinking. And I can’t help it – I just laugh and lean back against his arm. “I kind of like it when you’re bo
I stare at him, shocked, and Luca just grins at me. “Do you – do you speak Itablio?” I ask. “I mean, just a little,” he says with a shrug as his family moves eagerly around us, setting out food and drinks, turning on music. “Of course he speaks Itablio, it’s his native tongue!” his mother says,
At Luca’s house, the company is really the thing that shines. His cousins and family are just so funny – they’re also a little bit mean to each other, in a teasing, familial way, but every insult is lined with love and is so damn funny that I’m laughing until my sides ache. And of course, my sides
We walk slowly to the front porch, murmuring our plans for tomorrow. His family lets me go with a few calls of goodbye, but without much fuss. I’m warmed by this – by the casual goodbye of family members who know they’ll see you soon, and so don’t need to make a big deal out of it. As we step onto t