Prologue
Prologue
Killian’s hands trailed up my side, sharp nails scraping softly over my skin. Goosebumps rose along my flesh. I tried not to shiver at his touch.
It was a losing battle. My body shook at his next caress, his fingers brushed against the side of my breast. I brought my arms up to cover myself and he let out a low growl, stopping me. I dropped my hands to my sides and his fingers moved over my breast. Rolling my n****e with his thumb and forefinger. He pushed my hair away from the side of my neck. His breath was like fire against my skin. Like the fire that I watched burning brightly in the fireplace, chasing the chill from the crisp autumn air that seemed to follow us into the small cabin.
I never thought I would be in here with someone like Killian. There was something about him that scared and excited me, something wild that I didn’t have a name for. Whenever he came into the dinner, I would always feel his eyes on me. Like I was prey and he was hunting me.
“Don’t cover yourself up when you are with me.” His lips pressed against the side of my neck. He pressed his hard, muscular chest against my back. “I want to see every part of you. How your body responds to my touch. Don’t hide anything from me.”
His voice was low and gravelly with arousal. Between each word, he kissed his way down my neck and over my shoulder. Teasing my skin with soft nips of his teeth and gentle touches of his tongue until my breath came in sharp pants. His fingers traced along my hip, in that same scratching caress. A promise of the pleasure that he was going to give me with this mating.
I pressed my thighs together, a moan slipping from my throat at the feel of his hardness pressed against my lower back. I knew that he could feel how much I wanted him, smell it like a perfume in the air around us.
“That’s right, my mate,” Killian whispered, trailing his lips up to the shell of my ear. “I want you to feel how much I want you. How much I’ll always want you. Olivia, you are mine.”
I knew that he was right, even though we weren’t fated. I was Killian’s and he was mine. Tonight we were going to claim each other.
My heart thudded in my chest at his words. I thought I would never get this chance. To belong to someone like him, to be his and for someone like him to want to be mine. I pushed his hand away from my breast, spinning in the loose circle of his arms. I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down so that I could press my lips to his. I wanted him to know how much I wanted him, how much I wanted to be his.
Killian let out a low groan, his hands moving to my hips. I pressed my body against his. My n*****s were hard pebbles scraping against his chest. His warm, musky scent filled my senses, making me feel dizzy with the need for him. Fingers tightened on my hips, his tongue dancing over the seam of my lips. I parted them and his tongue moved over mine.
Firm yet commanding, just like the dragon that he was. Arousal coiled through my lower belly and I could feel the slick heat on my bare thighs. I brought my hand to the waistband of his dark slacks, fumbling with the zipper.
Killian let out a dark chuckle. His blue eyes darkened with lust. He rested his forehead against mine. “So eager, my little wolf? Don’t worry, we have all night.”