Page 51 of Howlin’ For You

A feral grin splits his face. “I can smell exactly how badly you want me.”

I should feel the hot white lance of embarrassment, but he dips his head to take a deep inhale directly from behind my ear, and I melt into his arms.

“You’re wet, Izzy,” he continues, his breath causing goosebumps to blossom on my arms so fast it almost hurts. “I can smell how soaked you are.”

I can only whimper in response, so utterly entranced by him.

His hands wander along my body, unrestrained in their perusal. “Let me take you home.”

I shake my head, letting loose a small moan when he nips my earlobe with his teeth. “We—we need to finish the stage. And build five booths for the vendors.”

He chuckles, hands coming to rest on my cheeks. “And what about what you need? What about what this sweet mouth needs?”

“Nick…” I release a breathy sigh. I want him to take me home. I want him to never let me leave.

The black pupils of his eyes devour the blue completely. And they’re focused entirely on me. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me, woman.”

I didn’t know he’d be like this all the time. Possessive, sexy, demanding. The sweet man I met with crystal blue eyes might still be in there, but right now? Right now, he’s all wolf.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

NICK

Icould smell her arousal from the moment she stepped into the park. Could smell how she wanted me before I even turned and saw that plush bottom lip caught between her teeth.

I’m a man possessed.

I swear I tapped into my wolf when I sprinted to her side, gathered her in my arms, and told her every single thing I wanted to do to her.

“The vendors...” she swallows, delicate neck working hard. “We have to have the booths built by the end of the weekend so that…”

She trails off as I slide my thumb to her mouth. I push inside and press on her tongue, the fresh wave of her arousal smacking me in the face.

I don’t care.

I don’t care about vendors. I don’t care about the stage. I don’t care about the booths, the anniversary event, or anything outside of taking my mate home and fucking her until I’ve wrung out every single ounce of pleasure from her body.

The want I feel for her is a physical thing. A grip on my throat, a guiding weight on my hands, keeping me close to her.

I’ve never felt this way. This out of control. Not even close to a full moon when my wolf is closest to the surface.

“What day is it?” I ask through the haze of lust blurring my vision. I gently remove my thumb from her mouth so she can reply.

“Huh?” Her forest green eyes blink up at my sharp change in direction. “Thursday, I think?”

Shit.

I drop my hands so fast it’s as if she’s burned me. I take one step back, two, creating the necessary distance for me to think. “The full moon is on Saturday night.”

A friendly reminder from the universe that I’m unlike any man she’s known. That sometimes I’m more wolf than anything else. Maybe I’ve lost too many people in my life. Perhaps that’s why I’m so scared she’ll leave, and I’ll lose her, too.

Despite my complete retreat, Izzy smiles reassuringly at me and closes the distance once more. “You said your instincts are harder to ignore around the full moon, right?”

I nod. “Sometimes I think I’m more wolf than man.”

“You are yourself. Nothing less, nothing more,” she says, her scent softening to a soothing balm. “What can I do to help?”

She takes my cheek in her hand, and I nuzzle into the soft skin there, closing my eyes to enjoy the quiet acceptance she gives me.