unlock it.
My place whenever you can get here.
An hour later, after I’m showered and fed, I arrive at Luke’s. His apartment is too upscale for a typical college student, and it makes sense I didn’t know he was one. The building has a doorman that needs to announce me, and I pace the small lobby while I wait for Luke to come down. The carpet is red and plush. Two leather couches are set across from each other, and a gas fireplace is burning. When we came here the other night, I must have been too drunk to remember this. Funny, I’m not a small girl and can definitely hold my liquor. That was some strong wine.
I decided to be a bit more subtle about my intentions tonight, and I wore tight leather pants with a loose top that only reveals my cleavage with its low neckline. The scent of Luke reaches me before he does, and I smile, because he’s freshly bathed, too.
He bounces down the last steps and comes toward me. He’s in a wrinkled Oxford shirt that has more than one button undone, and the curl of hair that has escaped makes me want to twirl it around my finger.
“Isabelle.” The low rumble of his voice practically caresses my skin. Man alive, I’ve got to get ahold of myself.
“Luke.”
“Come.” He takes my arm and leads me up a short flight of stairs to an elevator. “You look lovely.”
My heels click on the hard surface when we enter. “Thank you. You like nice, too.” The door closes with a soft whoosh, and I notice only one button that says PH. I frown, because I don’t remember this. Something about a freight elevator comes to mind, along with what we did in it. I smile with the memory.
Luke notices and turns me to face him. His hands slide up my arms. “I bet I can guess what you’re thinking.”
I grip his hips lightly. “Really. What?”
He leans down to my neck and places a kiss just below my earlobe. I suck in air and tip my head back in response as he whispers, “There’s something about elevators that turns me on. How about you?”
“Depends on who’s with me.”
Luke hooks a finger in the front of my shirt and peeks down it. “Black lace. Nice.”
I reach for his waistband and pull it away from his body to look down. “Nothing. Even better.”
The elevator dings, and Luke steps away from me to take my hands as he backs into his apartment. I follow. Our gazes are locked, and he slips an arm around my waist to yank me against his chest. He asks, “Can we talk later?”
I place a hand on the back of Luke’s head as he leans in to kiss me. I’m all alone. His lips are smooth and plump as he nibbles at me gently, but I’m too impatient, and I take out my hunger on him to get my point across. That added to my working on the waistband of his jeans sends the message, and he starts on my clothes, too.
When Luke begins to flutter kisses down my chest, I push him away and grab his cock. “Let’s get to the good part.” Shoving his chest, I back him up to the couch, and he bounces on it when he lands. I straddle his lap to get what I want. I ride him fast as I take what I need.
When I growl out my release, a sudden urge to taste his blood overcomes me. I’m not thinking clearly, because I don’t realize I’ve done more than imagine it when a metallic flavor coats my tongue. Shit! I bit him.
Luke’s orgasm is suddenly multiplied, and he shatters beneath me with such force that his eyes roll back in his head. As he comes back to earth, he pants out, “That was fucking amazing.”
I lap at his shoulder where my bear teeth pierced him to seal the wound. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
Luke grins up at me in his post-bite attraction. When a bear has sex and bites their partner, it forms a bond. If they aren’t true mates, it’s temporary, but for up to a few months, the attraction feels as if it’s meant to be. Handy if you want to stay with someone who isn’t your true mate, although it’s frowned upon if you both don’t agree to it. And
My place whenever you can get here.
An hour later, after I’m showered and fed, I arrive at Luke’s. His apartment is too upscale for a typical college student, and it makes sense I didn’t know he was one. The building has a doorman that needs to announce me, and I pace the small lobby while I wait for Luke to come down. The carpet is red and plush. Two leather couches are set across from each other, and a gas fireplace is burning. When we came here the other night, I must have been too drunk to remember this. Funny, I’m not a small girl and can definitely hold my liquor. That was some strong wine.
I decided to be a bit more subtle about my intentions tonight, and I wore tight leather pants with a loose top that only reveals my cleavage with its low neckline. The scent of Luke reaches me before he does, and I smile, because he’s freshly bathed, too.
He bounces down the last steps and comes toward me. He’s in a wrinkled Oxford shirt that has more than one button undone, and the curl of hair that has escaped makes me want to twirl it around my finger.
“Isabelle.” The low rumble of his voice practically caresses my skin. Man alive, I’ve got to get ahold of myself.
“Luke.”
“Come.” He takes my arm and leads me up a short flight of stairs to an elevator. “You look lovely.”
My heels click on the hard surface when we enter. “Thank you. You like nice, too.” The door closes with a soft whoosh, and I notice only one button that says PH. I frown, because I don’t remember this. Something about a freight elevator comes to mind, along with what we did in it. I smile with the memory.
Luke notices and turns me to face him. His hands slide up my arms. “I bet I can guess what you’re thinking.”
I grip his hips lightly. “Really. What?”
He leans down to my neck and places a kiss just below my earlobe. I suck in air and tip my head back in response as he whispers, “There’s something about elevators that turns me on. How about you?”
“Depends on who’s with me.”
Luke hooks a finger in the front of my shirt and peeks down it. “Black lace. Nice.”
I reach for his waistband and pull it away from his body to look down. “Nothing. Even better.”
The elevator dings, and Luke steps away from me to take my hands as he backs into his apartment. I follow. Our gazes are locked, and he slips an arm around my waist to yank me against his chest. He asks, “Can we talk later?”
I place a hand on the back of Luke’s head as he leans in to kiss me. I’m all alone. His lips are smooth and plump as he nibbles at me gently, but I’m too impatient, and I take out my hunger on him to get my point across. That added to my working on the waistband of his jeans sends the message, and he starts on my clothes, too.
When Luke begins to flutter kisses down my chest, I push him away and grab his cock. “Let’s get to the good part.” Shoving his chest, I back him up to the couch, and he bounces on it when he lands. I straddle his lap to get what I want. I ride him fast as I take what I need.
When I growl out my release, a sudden urge to taste his blood overcomes me. I’m not thinking clearly, because I don’t realize I’ve done more than imagine it when a metallic flavor coats my tongue. Shit! I bit him.
Luke’s orgasm is suddenly multiplied, and he shatters beneath me with such force that his eyes roll back in his head. As he comes back to earth, he pants out, “That was fucking amazing.”
I lap at his shoulder where my bear teeth pierced him to seal the wound. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
Luke grins up at me in his post-bite attraction. When a bear has sex and bites their partner, it forms a bond. If they aren’t true mates, it’s temporary, but for up to a few months, the attraction feels as if it’s meant to be. Handy if you want to stay with someone who isn’t your true mate, although it’s frowned upon if you both don’t agree to it. And
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