Evolution’s chosen mate

Chapter 11

Lisa

“Still trying to hide, little wolf?”

My body shook, my breath escaping me too quickly as his words sunk into me, a slickness forming between my thighs.

“I’m not hiding, I just…”

My words cut out as Rowan leaned closer, his lips hovering, just not touching my ear.

“Just avoiding the inevitable. I know you feel it too, Lisa,” Rowan whispered before his lips pressed to the shell of my ear, lighting an unfamiliar fire inside of me like I had never felt before.

A small whimper escaped me as Rowan pressed his body against mine, his massive member pressing against my stomach as his lips trailed down my neck and then back up towards my jaw, my cheek, and finally my lips.

His lips pressed firmly to mine and my body lit up, reacting without caring about any of the things my mind knew, like how this bond was impossible from the start. Lucille yanked that thought from my mind, pushing me forward. My hands tangled in his hair, my tongue entering his mouth and warring with his in the best possible way.

Small growls escaped him as his hands wrapped under my thighs, squeezing tightly as he pulled my core directly against him, only his jeans and my panties separating us now. My body throbbed as I clawed at him, trying anything to get closer, until he ground himself against me, creating a delicious friction that only made the animalistic sound escaping me even louder.

I couldn’t find it in me to care if anyone overheard, even as I tried to remind myself that the party was happening just on the other side of the wall. I bit my lip in a final attempt to silence myself before this became a mistake that couldn’t be undone if anyone saw us.

My heart rate sped up, and Rowan must have felt it because his eyes popped open, looking down at me with eyes so full of heat my breath lodged in my throat. His hand landed softly on my chin as his eyes fixated on where my lip was trapped between my teeth.

He pressed his thumb just below it, tugging lightly until I released it. He leaned down, catching it with his own teeth and nipping lightly.

Lucille half growled, half purred in my mind, shoving forward to where I knew she had to be visible, hiding just behind my eyes.

A small smile played on Rowan’s lips, letting me know he saw her and he knew he was getting to me.

My mouth opened.

“Take me somewhere we can have more fun, witchy boy!” Lucille’s voice escaped me, and my hand tried to come up to cover my mouth, but Rowan caught it, threading our fingers together as his other hand held my weight steady.

“I am an elemental, little wolf, not a witch. If you call me that again, then I might just have to spank you, then show you how good my witchy powers can make you feel.”

He threatened, or maybe it was a promise, but whatever it was, a twisted purr escaped Lucille, rumbling through my body.

Rowan’s eyes darkened.

“Oh, you like that, do you?”

It was all he said before we were moving. I couldn’t see which direction. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from his face, that sharp chiseled jaw, the messy brown hair falling lightly over his forehead, the glowing emerald eyes.

Rowan’s arm kept me stable, his steps barely jostling me. I vaguely realized we were walking into the side door of the palace before my back landed against a cool wooden door.

Rowan’s body blocked everything but my legs that were wrapped around his waist from view. I felt his hand fumbling with the handle for just a second before we stumbled inside.

My feet hit the floor, but Rowan barely gave me a second to look around and verify the room was empty before he ripped his shirt from his body, drawing all of my attention back to him as my eyes roamed his chest, solid muscle covered by smooth tan skin.

My eyes trailed down farther over his perfect abs, defined without being overly bulky, and to the delicious V that disappeared into his pants.

I heard a groan escape him, drawing my eyes back to his as he stepped forward, pulling my dress from my body. He looked down, his eyes roaming my body only covered by lace lingerie that barely hid a thing until they settled on my chest and lingered a moment before he bent, his lips connecting with the curve of my breast just above my bra.

His tongue ran across the top of the bra’s line before dipping just under it and flicking against my n****e.

My body shivered, the bond sparking even stronger, and a moan escaped me, eliciting a growl from Rowan. He pressed tighter against me, his hand slipping between us and fumbling with his jeans for just a second before I felt his hardness pressed against me, but this time there were no layers separating it from my body, and I could see how massive he truly was.

A bit of fear settled into my stomach, but not enough to dampen the fire that he had set.

His fingers slid my panties to the side, dipping into the wetness they couldn’t conceal anyway, and another groan escaped him as he dragged his finger up, flicking it lightly against the bundle of nerves and sending the best feeling ever through my body as I rocked against him.

Rowan leaned back down, lifting me back up, and his hard member pressed against my core as he looked into my eyes.

“Do you want this?” he asked, his voice dropping and sending more of those delicious tingles straight to the part of me that needed him most.

I couldn’t form words to answer, so I just pushed my body impossibly closer, grinding against him, a moan slipping free.

That must have been all the answer he needed as he slid my panties farther to the side, pressing against my entrance.

My body tensed, my breath becoming trapped in my throat as I prepared for the pain that I had been warned came with your first time.

Rowan paused.

“Are you sure?”

I still didn’t answer, moaning and pushing just a little closer, but Rowan didn’t accept it this time. He tugged on my hair lightly until I was looking up at him.

“I’m going to need some verbal agreement here, Lisa!” he demanded, pulling away slightly and making me miss the contact immediately.

“Yes, f**k me, Rowan.”

That did the trick as he slowly and carefully entered me, pushing into me before pulling out slightly and then thrusting in deeper until he bottomed out.

A slight sting made my muscles tighten and Rowan stilled.

“Just let me know when you’re ready, baby,” he whispered, dragging his lips over my neck and chest until moans escaped me and I squirmed against him.

He began to move, the pain disappearing immediately, the bond coming to life inside of me as I tried to match his thrusts. Something began to build inside me and I couldn’t help but chase it.

“Yes, Rowan,” I half screamed, or maybe it was Lucille, as fireworks burst behind my eyelids.

Rowan thrust a few more times before he stopped, sinking to the floor with me still tangled in his lap.

My body shook slightly as his hand slid across my back, the tingles following his every touch as the adrenaline slowly left my body.

Dread settled in.

“You know that can never happen again,” I whispered.