Wolf's Touch by Ambrielle Kirk

and she pressed her forehead onto his. “I’m sorry. I won’t let everyone suffer because I am selfish. This is the life I was born into. These are the laws of the Caedmon for which I must abide by.”
    Jayson shifted gracefully back into human form. “What are you saying?” He pressed his lips to hers.
    “You were threatened because of me. I have to fix this. I have to do it myself. Alone.”
    “No.”
    “Just kiss me, Jayson.”
    He kissed her, caressing her lips softly between his. His tongue lingered across the seam of her mouth.
    “I always return to you. If we are meant to be, we will eventually be together. Why force it?” She grasped the back of his neck and returned his kisses. “If I break this agreement, everything will end badly. I can feel it…”
    “I can’t live with the knowledge of you being bonded to another.”
    “It’s an arrangement only. On paper.”
    “But he means to have you completely,” Jayson said. “No wolf would propose such an agreement without your exclusivity.”
    “Remember what we did when we were young?” she asked. “We made an eternal promise. Don’t you remember it?”
    “I do,” he whispered against her forehead. “It was how I found out that you were my true mate. It’s when I began to believe that there was such a thing.”
    “We didn’t understand. We were just too young.”
    They’d been inseparable back then. Like brother and sister, they did everything together. Caught fireflies, chased rabbits, climbed mountains, and jumped off cliffs. Anything and everything possible under the sun. He’d even grieved with her for months following her mother’s death. One day they declared that they would always be friends, no matter what. Jayson wanted more than an eternal promise. He wanted a blood bond. Both of them still had the raised scar from where they’d slashed through the skin on their palms. The bond seemed to satisfy them for a while, but they still had sexual urges—like most teenagers. Kissing and groping him had done nothing but leave her hot and horny. Masturbating while fantasizing about him didn’t satisfy her in the least bit. It only left her wanting more of his touch. When the attraction became too much to bear, they were left with no choice but to consummate their passion. It was the start of an explosive frenzy that never faded. One taste had never been enough.
    “You will always be a part of me,” she said. “No agreement, on paper or otherwise, will change that.”
    He lifted her chin and his grey gaze burned into hers. “Do you love me, Arianna? Like I love you?”
    “Yes, Jayson. You are my best friend. I love you. Man and wolf.”
    He took her lips in a demanding kiss, and then led her to lie down again on the grass right next to the lake. His body shifted against her and he settled on top of her, slipping his thighs between hers. He moved his mouth lower to reach her chin and slid his lips up the column of her jaw. She lifted her neck, giving him full access to explore.
    His mouth fell on the unfinished mark on her shoulder and she gripped his back hard as delightful sensations ran through her. Her hips moved against him as he stroked at her skin with his tongue.
    “Jayson, one more time, and then I must go…tomorrow.”
    “Don’t say that.”
    “An agreement on paper only…” When he pushed his hands up her thighs and under her skirt, she parted her legs, lifted her knees, and held him tightly to her.
    He stroked at her core through the seat of her panties. “You’re wet already. I can almost taste your desire now.”
    She moaned against his ear as he pushed the fabric aside and slid his finger through her slit. He played with her pussy, gliding his digits up and down her opening and over her clit.
    Jayson gazed down at her body as he fingered her. “Your skin is so beautiful and flawless under the moonlight.”
    She arched into his palm and he played her like an instrument—a guitar. He held her open gently and