Found in Flames by Desconhecido Page B

age. He’d heard that some Turned wolves even took longer than a year to gain that control. But he’d also heard it largely depended on the strength and development of the wolf who bit them, and in that case Joella would be fine.
    Assuming she said yes.
    “Comfortable?” he called after a moment, watching with a grin as she jumped.
    “You scared the crap out of me!” she exclaimed, finding her feet. She opened her mouth to lecture him but paused before a smile overtook her expression. “Luka,” she breathed, moving to stand directly in front of him. One delicate hand landed on his bare chest and she swallowed back tears. “You’re up.”
    Lifting his hands and letting them frame her cheeks, he murmured, “Miss me?”
    She wrapped her arms around his torso and pushed herself up on her tiptoes, planting her lips firmly on his. He could still smell the salt of lingering tears in the air, but he could also smell relief. Relief and rapidly building desire that matched his own.
    Luka growled and plunged one hand into her hair while the other arm locked around her waist. He took control of the kiss, sweeping his tongue into her mouth and swallowing her moan. He’d come out here with the intention to talk to her about accepting him as her mate, about becoming a werewolf and leaving her human life behind. But now he had half a mind to let that wait until he’d had his way with her at least one more time. She was pressing herself against him shamelessly, her nails digging into his back and her tongue matching his stroke for stroke. It was all he could do not to tug her pants below her hips and slide his aching cock into her heat. All he could do not to throw his head back and howl at the moon at the very idea.
    Somehow, though, he managed to pry his lips from hers without indulging the primal instincts churning in his blood. Yet.
    Still gasping for breath, arms still tight around him, Joella breathed, “Make love to me, Luka. I don’t want to be able to walk in the morning.”
    Luka growled and slid his nose down her throat until he could drop his forehead onto her shoulder. His every instinct begged him to give her what she was asking for. And if he thought for a moment he could trust himself to indulge in her without claiming her against her will he’d have done it. But he wanted her too badly to trust himself this time.
    Joella slid one hand down his spine and grabbed his ass, rocking herself against him in a physical plea. “Luka.” She moaned. The breathless desire in her voice reminded him all too easily of the sounds she’d made the last time he’d given in to her, in this very clearing.
    Swallowing his own growl of desire, Luka dragged his hands around to her hips and forced a few desperate inches between their bodies. “Not yet,” he managed, his voice thick to his own ears.
    She pulled in a breath and blinked up at him as her grip loosened. “Is something wrong?”
    “No,” he assured her. “We just need to talk about something.”
    “Now?” she asked, sounding slightly incredulous. It was a feeling he well understood.
    Instead of replying verbally, Luka took her by the hand and guided her toward the largest patch of grass, encouraging her to sit with him. She complied with marginal hesitation, confusion and a pinch of fear marring her scent.
    “Ella,” he began carefully, letting his thumb caress the back of her hand. “We’ll probably be leaving after the full moon.” The scent of tears drifted to his nose again and he pushed forward. “I want you to come with me.”
    Her eyes widened and her hand curled tight in his as if she were anchoring herself. “You … do?”
    Luka swallowed and inclined his head. “I want you for my mate,” he said firmly, leaving no room for misinterpretation. His gut churned with nerves like he hadn’t felt in decades, but he ignored it.
    She dropped her gaze to their hands and pulled her lip between her teeth. “But I’m human,” she whispered