When Siryn Sueng last left us in Incubus Touch, the fey were invading the sleepy Norwegian town of Tromsø — and Valyn had found love with Jakai, but Nolan was still waiting to be claimed. Now, in Wolf’s Kiss, in walks Halken, the man who will scoop Nolan up in his arms. But, also, in walks trouble.
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Tromsø, Norway. It wasn’t where I thought I’d end up, but it wasn’t bad either. Large cities were not my usual deal, being from the middle of nowhere. I was used to the snow, and the cold which wasn’t cold at all. What I wasn’t used to was the humans. The stench of their city as they polluted the air with their machines. Even so. It wasn’t all bad.
Especially when I had a cute, little blond grinding his ass against me.
He was drunk, but that wasn’t the point. I didn’t know what race he was, but that didn’t matter either. What mattered was that he was attractive, and that he was all over me. I could smell his need for sex, like an intoxicating incense burning so thick it clouded my senses. I saw only him. My thoughts were all about him. Every instinct pulled at me to take him, mate with him, make him mine.
I slid my hands to his hips, helping him to keep his balance as he danced with me. I wasn’t even paying attention to the music, just the way his hips swayed and how hard he was pushing his ass against my crotch. I tugged at his waist, keeping him right up on me so he could feel my erection. Damn, the little blond was really turning me on.
He trembled under my grip and I grinned. I was going to enjoy having him. In fact, why was I waiting? I twisted him around so he was facing me and I picked him up, one leg in each hand to keep him on my hips. “Are you ready to go home with me?”
His pretty, green eyes were dull at first with the alcohol he’d consumed. As my words sunk in, his gaze widened and he blushed deeply as he stared at me. “Y-you’re taking me?”
I smiled. “I’m going to mate with you.”
He wrapped his arms around my neck and clung tightly to me. He pulled himself close to my face and smiled. “Oh, yes, please!”
I adjusted my grip to hold him tighter as I carried him and forced my way through the crowd of dancers. I felt eyes on me as I moved and turned just enough to look to see who it was. The bar was elevated above the dance floor and seated there were two men. One was too busy enjoying his lover’s touch as his head was tilted against the other’s shoulder. The second was who watched me while he teased the man who lay on him.
I glared at the incubus and he simply smiled and turned his attention to the one in his grip. Why had he been watching me and the sexy, little blond when he had his own mated right there? The idea that he might have been interested had anger slowly burning through me. If he even thought so much as to touch what I’d claimed as mine, I’d tear his arms off.
The idea wasn’t present for long as the young man I carried out of the club rolled his hips on me and I was reminded of the healthy arousal he’d achieved with all of his dancing and grinding against me. In the human bar, there were plenty of looks that were shot at us as we passed the tables, where smoke rose from cigars and old men scrunched their noses. I ignored them and so did the blond in my arms. He was far too busy rubbing his erection on my stomach to pay them any mind. I listened to his sweet voice as he moaned in my ear all the way out into the snow and to the car I’d driven over. I got him in the passenger seat, being careful of his head and limbs. Once he was secure in the seat, I climbed in the driver side and headed out to the home I was renting.
I hadn’t thought I’d be claiming anyone during my stay in Tromsø, but that had gone out the window. I hadn’t planned on staying either. But maybe it wasn’t so bad to stick around. After all, with a sexy young man hanging on me … who would want to leave?
I pulled into the driveway a little while later, and coaxed the young man out of the car. His being drunk was making it a little difficult, but I managed to get him in the house; even if he was wrapped around me like a monkey. I took him down the hall to the left to the bedroom. The bed was large enough for both of us, but just barely. No lights were on, so the darkness was thick as I crossed the room. I deposited him on the mattress with a light thump and a soft oof from him. I climbed onto the bed with him. I leaned on my arms, keeping my body off him as I took his mouth. He tasted of alcohol, the sharp sting of it filled my senses as I swept my tongue across his.
He shivered under me as he curled his hands into my shirt. I cupped his head with one hand and with the other, pulled his leg up against my hip. I opened my eyes as I slowed my kissing. He’ll pass out soon. I pulled away from him. He must have had a lot to drink before I found him. His head lolled a little as he struggled to stay awake. He wasn’t even focused on me anymore. I ran my fingers through his hair and smiled.
“Go to sleep,” I whispered to him and stretched out next to him. If he heard me, I wouldn’t know, because he was passed out right after.
My sexy blond took a while to wake up, but it was better that way. I’d long since gotten up. The darkness was illuminated by flickering yellow flames. The candles served as a source of light and incense. I waited patiently as I tended to the soft, black rope in my hands. When he groaned, I knew he was awake. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at him as he sat up. At first, he looked confused, then his face started to darken and I knew his mind was putting it all together for him.
I smiled. “Good morning.”
“G-good morning,” he muttered in response.
“You were quite drunk last night.”
I stood up and put the rope on the bed and climbed onto the mattress with him. His eyes were locked on the black length of rope. “What do you remember?”
“Um. Drinking. A lot. And then, dancing with someone. Probably you?”
“You took me home with you. Said you would claim me.” He looked at me then, his voice shaking with nerves. “Did you?”
“You were too drunk, you fell asleep on me.”
“I … sorry.”
I shrugged. “Don’t be sorry. It’s better this way.” I cupped the back of his head and kissed him. He inhaled sharply, his body tense before he melted under my touch. He opened his mouth for me and I played with his tongue. I slowly ended the kiss and leaned away from him so I could see him better. “What’s your name? I never did catch it last night.”
“Nolan. And you?”
“Halken. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nolan.” I grinned at him while I started to unbutton his shirt. “So, have you heard anything about werewolves?”
“A little,” he breathed his response as he let me undo his clothes.
“What have you heard?” I slid the pale colored button up off his shoulders slowly.
“Wolves are into bondage.”
“Many are, yes. Anything else?” His shirt hit the floor and I ran my hands down his chest.
Nolan closed his eyes and bit his lower lip before he answered me. “Some are more extreme than others.”
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