Chapter Ten
“Arany. That’s an unusual last name. Does it mean anything?”
She fumbled with her hands, which she had thrust under the table. She’d been fidgeting since they’d arrived at his apartment. It’d been a long time since she’d had to make small talk. The Vampires didn’t appreciate unnecessary chatter, but Hunter seemed to enjoy the sound of his voice and hers. And frankly, whenever the conversation had a lull she took the time to second guess the reason for being inside his apartment.
He had his back to her and leaned over the four-burner stove. He wiped his hands on the white dish towel draped across his shoulder then reached for the salt and pepper.
“It’s Hungarian, meaning golden. The name has history with my family. In wolf form our coat is a goldish-brown color.”
“That’s cool. I mean the Hungarian part.” She shifted in her seat. “And I guess the golden coat part, too. So, does that mean you’re Hungarian or…?”
He chuckled and turned to watch her. “Yes, that’s where our family is from.”
“All Wolf-Shifters are from Hungary?”
“Huh? No, just us in this Pack. Shifters are from all over the world.” He turned back to the stove to flip the omelet. “A while ago, I think about fifty years now, Andras broke off from his father’s Pack and decided to form a new one here. Some of us, myself included, came with him.”
“Fifty years ago?” He didn’t appear that old. “What were you, a baby then?”
He laughed. “A pup.”
The image of a wolf cub popped into her head. “No way.”
He laughed harder. “Not a puppy. A pup is just a saying. It means young. I was almost sixty years old at the time. Still considered young for my kind.”
“And you’re how old now?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.
“One hundred and ten at the last birthday that I remember.” He frowned and tilted his head to the side. “Maybe I turned one hundred and twelve?” Then he shrugged. “Somewhere around there.”
“Um, so that’s ancient.”
“Are you calling me old, woman?” he asked with a smile.
She couldn’t help but to smile back. “Yes.”
He used a spatula to pick up an omelet and slipped it onto a plate. “Good thing for you that my feelings don’t get hurt easily or else I’d have to eat this wonderful omelet by myself.”
As he sauntered over to her, with plate in hand, she took a deep breath and her mouth watered as the aroma of onions, tomatoes, cheese and eggs hit her nostrils. “That smells wonderful.”
When he held the plate out to her she practically snatched it from him, making the fork fall onto the floor.
“Whoa, slow down. It’s not going anywhere,” he joked.
“Sorry, I’m hungrier than I thought.” When she started for the utensil, he stopped her.
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll get you another.”
“Thanks,” she said as he leaned down to get it for her.
He stopped and took a long sniff at the air.
“What the heck are you doing? Are you smelling me again?” This wasn’t the same kind of sniff that he’d given her earlier. This one was longer, more sensual and she swore he had shivered as he did.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. You smell…delectable.”
She pressed her knees together, unsure of exactly how she should feel about being sniffed. “Just…just don’t do that again.”
He looked up at her. “Why not?”
She was mortified. “Why? Because, because it’s not proper. One does not go around sniffing other people’s crotches. It’s rude.”
“Not for Wolf-Shifters.”
“I. Am. Not. A. Wolf-Shifter.”
“I’m well aware of that fact.” He dropped to his knees and she scooted her chair back so fast that she tipped to fall. Just as fast, he reached out and caught the chair legs and righted her before she tumbled backward.
“I should probably say thank you, but I’m not going to.”
“No need to thank me.”
She stared down at him positioned between her legs. How could she close them if he had his body wedged there?
“So, um, can you move now?”
“No, I was thinking that I could eat, while you eat.”
She nodded toward the stove. “That was the plan. That’s why you made two omelets, right?”
He pulled his gaze away from her crotch to stare up at her. The minute their eyes met she knew she was in a world of trouble. Light-brown eyes, shielded by heavy lashes and projecting sex stared back at her. And she thought the looks he’d shot her the first night had been smoldering. No, the way he watched her now was exactly how she imagined lovers looked at each other.
“I don’t want to eat…that,” he said.
What? Her eyes grew larger as the thought came to her. “No, you can’t. We can’t. I’m not…on the menu.”
“You can be.”
He caressed from her knees up her thighs to her hips. He lifted her off the seat, making her stand.
Why exactly was she standing for him?
And why was she letting him tug her pants past her waist, down her hips and legs?
If she knew that answer, then maybe she could also answer why she was stepping out of her pants and panties for him without so much as a “no” on her lips?
Because I want this.
She’d wanted him the moment she’d laid eyes on him.
He nudged her to sit and she complied, yet again.
His fingers were soft on her hips and ever-so-gently pulling her forward in her seat.
A low groan escaped his mouth.
She should stop him, she really should, but there was something about the way he watched her that made her hold her tongue. No one had ever looked at her like that before, with so much lust. The air was thick with it.
Ash watched in silence as he kept his attention on her pussy. She was so plump, ripe…delectable. His fingers twitched with just the thought of touching her there. He wanted to run them over silky folds.
Giving in, he ran a finger on her skin. The muscles in her thighs shook at his touch. He expected her to raise an objection, slap him or push him away. When she did none of those things, he trailed a finger across her erect and swollen clit. This time she let out a moan, and she shuddered.
He looked up at her, finding her eyes closed. “You like that?”
She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and nodded.
If she liked that, she’ll love this. He stroked to where the wetness pooled, deep in her pussy.
“Oh,” she said with a heavy breath.
He rubbed her, coating his finger with her wetness then, when she moaned again, he delved inside. She grabbed her seat and tensed her legs.
“Relax,” he coaxed.
“I-I can’t. Not with you doing that,” she whispered.
He moved his finger in her, slowly and up to his knuckle. She was so tight and so wet. Despite her words, she began to relax and move in time with him.
His cock hardened, stretching against his jeans.
Kiss it.
He wanted so badly to taste her. He leaned forward and placed a kiss, as light as a feather, on her soft skin. His lips felt as if they would melt on her. He inhaled deeply, taking in her intoxicating scent.
He licked her essence from his lips and rolled his eyes to the back of his head. “You taste as good as you smell.”
He kissed her again and again. His lips traveled the softness of her folds until finally he pulled her clit between his lips.
She moaned. “Oh, Hunter. It feels so good.”
Her whispering of his name and murmurings about how she felt fueled his passion. His cock twitched and strained. The scent of her arousal sent waves through his groin. He wanted her and he wanted her now.
He cradled her thighs and maneuvered them to rest on his shoulders. A rumbling groan traveled from his chest to his throat. He couldn’t hold back. He didn’t want to. Everything about her was too alluring. He delved deeper between her legs, swiping and licking her. Tasting and drinking everything she had to offer. She bucked on his face, her clit riding his mouth. Her thighs pressed against his ears, shaking as she did. Finally, he penetrated her with his tongue. Her walls instantly contracted, clutching it.
“Hunter. Please. More.” Ash’s fingernails sunk into his shoulders as the tip of his tongue sent her G-spot into overdrive.
He lapped and sucked ferociously. He was relentless in his pursuit to bring her to pleasure. He caressed the area over and over until finally her body contorted and her hips thrust in the air. He clutched her butt, helping her to buck against his face, riding his tongue. He sated himself on her, sinking his fingers into her skin.
He did everything he had dreamed of since meeting her. She threw her head back and cried out his name once more, spilling her essence onto his tongue, and he eagerly licked it all.