A WINTRY DUSK sends wafts of rosy sunlight into an empty bedroom, and the silent ambiance is broken only by the timely ticks of a wall clock. A mild breeze blows in and the curtains rise and fall in waves.
Suddenly, the door swings open and Arielle walks in. Her feet are barely two steps in when strong arms grab at her waist. She is lifted up into the air and slammed into the wall as Aaron's large frame covers her.
She giggles and pushes him away. He grabs her tighter, caressing her hips. Her eyes start to glow and she groans. Fucking shifter hormones!
Arielle rears back into the wall and pushes. Aaron doesn't even flinch. She spies a gap under his enveloping arms and quickly dives under in escape.
Aaron allows her all of two seconds before he grabs her hips and lifts her clear off the floor. He slams her back to the wall and holds her above him.
She slides down an inch and they connect eye to eye.
Her breath hitches as she stares into his darkening eyes. But she can't let him hold her—not like this. Not like lovers.
She looks away but he doesn't let go. Eventually, her legs become tired of hanging around and she wraps them over his waist.
His hand glides over her hips to her thighs. He massages, and she bites down on her lip. He pinches her inner thighs and she struggles to remain calm.
His hand moves over to her shorts-clad ass and he squeezes down, palming the soft flesh. She instantly pushes into him, her mouth open a hairsbreadth from his.
They slowly breath each other in, in between needy pants.
Aaron's hands slide under her shorts and he pulls at her thong. She grips his shoulders and moves on him. He slides a long finger in between her asscheeks and her brightened eyes light his face in shinning emerald.
"Aaron?" She gasps, "We can't..."
He pushes in a little and she archs off the wall. Arielle abruptly pushes his hand away.
"Stop..." she begs.
Her body is liquid with hot need and she doesn't know if she can resist much longer.
He moves in for her lips but she turns her head away. She instantly regrets—and loves it because Aaron dives straight for neck and she looses it.
Arielle fists his silver hair and holds him to her as he suckles. His knee slides upwards and he lets her slide down an inch. The movement drops her right on top of his muscular thighs covered in scratchy black jeans. The friction of it nearly has her spasming.
His mouth slides lower and his hands slide higher. His mouth meets her cleavage the same moment his large hands cup her breasts, and she whimpers.
Aaron growls, instantly squeezing down on her plumpness and Arielle archs off the wall as she rides his thigh. They are both groaning, panting, and clutching at each other.
Aaron moves lower to her chest and her nipples push into his mouth from her flimsy cotton shirt. He roughly draws down the material and her milky skin fills his mouth. He suckles over her exposed breasts, licking and tickling and she writhes on his thigh.
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Aaron should stop. He knows. But her eyes. Her skin. Her fucking scent! Arielle Hiarton drove him crazy. The sight of her in jean-shorts, listening to some cute country music on the Cabin steps called to him like the bowels of the Woods.
She looked so hot and unconcerned it had to take all of his human faculties not to take her right there. His wolf had already been so far gone—since they laid eyes on her brown Shifter form.
Arielle watches, her body overflowing with moist heat as her tits swell to his hot mouth. He nips on her skin and she jerks. His hand slowly slides up to her lips and she opens up, pulling his thumb into her mouth. He lets go and her nipples leave his mouth wet and pink.
Aaron lifts up and holds her to him as she sucks on his finger. Her tongue flicks over the tip and his cock jerks in his pants. When she draws him in all the way to her throat, Aaron growls and fists her hair.
He withdraws his fingers and rubs on her plump lips. Their eyes' meet and they hold contact, both thinking the same thing.
FAMILY!
Arielle looks into Aaron's bedarkened eyes and catches it before it comes. Her mouth opens and she meets him halfway. Her tongue swirls around his pink lips as she draws him in. Their kissing is wet and wild and Arielle fists his shirt into a bunch.
A very tantalizing strip of skin reveals over his abs and she scratches it with her pointy red claws. Aaron smacks her ass and she does it again. His hand lands sharp on her again and she moans into his mouth.
He pulls away and his thumb caresses her swollen lips.
"Arielle," he growls in permission.
She stares into his obsidian pools and nods.
Aaron Silver should know by now...
That she could never say no to him.