Seduction (The Journal of the Wolves of Spruce Hollow) by Tarrah Betts Page A
Authors: Tarrah Betts
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said as he laid down on the bed and pulled me closer to him. “We will sit down later and talk about it. That is something I should have done with you a long time ago because it probably would have made things a lot easier between us. I’m truly sorry for that. I will explain everything to you, I promise. But right now, we have to blood bond, so I need you to cooperate with me because I really, really don’t want to force you. But if you refuse to be cooperative, rest assured, I will absolutely have no qualms about forcibly bonding with you.”
I hated having Roan so close to me, our naked bodies touching and his hands softly running up and down my back. I was angry, damn it! I was furious! Right? My mind was screaming at me, hurling reminders of what he’d done to me but my traitorous body was humming with his nearness.
Roan pulled me into his naked chest and hitched my leg up over his hip. We were both facing one another and completely naked, except for the t-shirt I still had on. He was touching me again and I shivered as his big hands cupped my ass and pulled me into him until there was no space left between us. It was skin on skin.
My face was in the crook of his bare neck and some foreign instinct compelled me to sniff him. I gave him a cursory sniff and he smelled unexplainably good. So, I inhaled again. This time deeply, inhaling him into my lungs, and was hit with an unexpected surge of primal lust as his scent hit me.
Roan scent pooled deep in my belly. He smelled like all of my favorite scents melted down to their most basic components. He smelled clean, like snow and the ocean wind and I was overcome by confusing urges that I had never felt towards him before. I wanted to eat him. Literally. I wanted to bite and lick and suck on him. I wanted to swim in his scent and to rub my body against his and coat myself in it.
“You like that, do you? Do I smell good to you, little girl?”
I couldn’t even force out a response. Smelling him had awakened something primal inside of me. It was like a key sliding home into a lock. Unable to control myself, or trust myself to speak for fear of saying something inappropriate, I grumbled appreciatively deep in my chest and Roan laughed.
“You smell like the forest after it rains,” he said as he inhaled deeply.
My head fell back, exposing my throat to him as he ran his tongue from my collarbone to my ear. I trembled from head to toe as he leaned in closer and sniffed me.
But I wasn’t close enough.
Oh God, I wanted and needed to be closer to him and his compelling scent. I pressed myself firmly against his hard body and I sniffed him again.
Heaven!
I inhaled deeper and Roan’s scent wrapped itself around me like a second skin. It was darkly erotic and made me feel like ripping my t-shirt off and shoving my nipples in his mouth.
The intoxicating smell wove itself around me and did sinister things to my body. It quickly reestablished the connection I’d felt with Roan before he’d left Spruce Hollow. And suddenly, it was as if five years hadn’t passed between us at all and we were back in this very same room on the night of Sorcha’s New Years Eve party, five years earlier.
“What are you doing to me?” I said breathlessly as I bit my bottom and gazed into his lust darkened eyes.
“Aren’t pheromones a bitch? You’ve smelled like walking sex to me since you were a teenager, Aspen.”
My brain was screaming for me to pay attention, it was trying to warn me that Roan was saying something very important in that statement. I tried to hold onto it but the thought was lost as he rolled me over onto my back and straddled me. I could feel him down my entire length as he leaned down and put his forearms on either side of my head while pressing his naked chest against me.
But it wasn’t enough. We weren’t close enough. So, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer. His head dipped down and his lips slanted over mine
I hated having Roan so close to me, our naked bodies touching and his hands softly running up and down my back. I was angry, damn it! I was furious! Right? My mind was screaming at me, hurling reminders of what he’d done to me but my traitorous body was humming with his nearness.
Roan pulled me into his naked chest and hitched my leg up over his hip. We were both facing one another and completely naked, except for the t-shirt I still had on. He was touching me again and I shivered as his big hands cupped my ass and pulled me into him until there was no space left between us. It was skin on skin.
My face was in the crook of his bare neck and some foreign instinct compelled me to sniff him. I gave him a cursory sniff and he smelled unexplainably good. So, I inhaled again. This time deeply, inhaling him into my lungs, and was hit with an unexpected surge of primal lust as his scent hit me.
Roan scent pooled deep in my belly. He smelled like all of my favorite scents melted down to their most basic components. He smelled clean, like snow and the ocean wind and I was overcome by confusing urges that I had never felt towards him before. I wanted to eat him. Literally. I wanted to bite and lick and suck on him. I wanted to swim in his scent and to rub my body against his and coat myself in it.
“You like that, do you? Do I smell good to you, little girl?”
I couldn’t even force out a response. Smelling him had awakened something primal inside of me. It was like a key sliding home into a lock. Unable to control myself, or trust myself to speak for fear of saying something inappropriate, I grumbled appreciatively deep in my chest and Roan laughed.
“You smell like the forest after it rains,” he said as he inhaled deeply.
My head fell back, exposing my throat to him as he ran his tongue from my collarbone to my ear. I trembled from head to toe as he leaned in closer and sniffed me.
But I wasn’t close enough.
Oh God, I wanted and needed to be closer to him and his compelling scent. I pressed myself firmly against his hard body and I sniffed him again.
Heaven!
I inhaled deeper and Roan’s scent wrapped itself around me like a second skin. It was darkly erotic and made me feel like ripping my t-shirt off and shoving my nipples in his mouth.
The intoxicating smell wove itself around me and did sinister things to my body. It quickly reestablished the connection I’d felt with Roan before he’d left Spruce Hollow. And suddenly, it was as if five years hadn’t passed between us at all and we were back in this very same room on the night of Sorcha’s New Years Eve party, five years earlier.
“What are you doing to me?” I said breathlessly as I bit my bottom and gazed into his lust darkened eyes.
“Aren’t pheromones a bitch? You’ve smelled like walking sex to me since you were a teenager, Aspen.”
My brain was screaming for me to pay attention, it was trying to warn me that Roan was saying something very important in that statement. I tried to hold onto it but the thought was lost as he rolled me over onto my back and straddled me. I could feel him down my entire length as he leaned down and put his forearms on either side of my head while pressing his naked chest against me.
But it wasn’t enough. We weren’t close enough. So, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer. His head dipped down and his lips slanted over mine
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