30. Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

N atalie

Is it my imagination, or is my male driving slower than usual instead of racing through the streets of L.A. like a horn-dog… or horn-wolf?

"Could you, uh, step on it?"

"Taking my time. Checking out the scenery, sur'nam."

He flashes me an innocent grin, full of fangs. I don't recall ever feeling a surge of anger as hot and swift as the one rolling through me right now.

"Speaking of scenery. How would my almost-mate feel about pulling off her panties and handing them to me?"

Zap! That homicidal jolt I felt a moment ago has been replaced by a lightning bolt of pure lust. My wolven wants to play sex games? I've never done this before, but this sounds like the type of game where everyone wins.

"I could be persuaded… what's in it for me?"

"Hmm…" He taps the steering wheel, acting as though he's deep in thought. "What's in it? What's in it is my tongue. It has garnered much appreciation from you in the past." He waggles his eyebrows and flicks his ears toward me as if he's waiting for my words of praise.

I don't say anything as I reach under my skirt and slip off my pink lace panties and twirl them on my finger. "You wanted these?"

"I wanted you to hand them to me , as I recall."

His statement is firm, stern. There's something about the command in his voice that makes my insides quiver. I can't hand him my panties fast enough.

He spears me with his gaze as he sniffs them. This isn't a dainty, genteel sniff, either. He inhales with gusto, as though it's the most delicious thing he's ever smelled. It's so blatantly sexual, his predator eyes pinning me in my seat, that I gasp as hot firestorms whirl through me.

"Now, about that tour of L.A.…"

He turns in the opposite direction of the Zone as though we're on a Sunday drive.

"How about you wiggle in your seat, pull up your dress, and show me those pretty pink folds, hmm? I wonder if they're wet for me yet, or if you need a longer… drive."

My mouth is suddenly dry as I contemplate his request. It was couched in such warm, dulcet tones, but the look in his eyes is pure steel—this wasn't a request, more of a command. I jump to do his bidding.

Twisting toward him, I wait until we're stopped at the next light, wanting his full attention, before I slowly lift the hem of my dress. He was fully in control a moment ago, but now he can't hide how mesmerized he is as those molten eyes follow the slow rise of the pink fabric as it climbs up my calves, over my knees, rising slowly, slowly, up my thighs to settle at my hips.

"Green light," I say, my voice gleeful as I toss my head. Two can play at the drive-each-other-crazy game. "I'll finish the show at the next red light. "

He growls at me. He's play-growled with Shaddai before, and he definitely growled at my dad, but he's never growled at me. Instead of terrifying me, I kind of like that I'm already driving him wild.

When we stop at the next light, his head whips in my direction and I do not disappoint. I pull the dress up even farther and open my thighs as far as they'll go in the confines of the seatbelt. I imagine winning the lottery couldn't feel better than the explosion of satisfaction that whirls through me when he sucks in his breath as though he just saw the aurora borealis and a shooting star all at once.

" Sur'nam . I'll never tire of—"

"Green light." I slam my knees together. Why does teasing him make me almost giddy?

Instead of speeding home, he surprises me by meandering in the wrong direction. I understand the method to his madness when he reaches over, slips his hand between my thighs, and uses his index finger to circle my entrance. His aim is unerring, although his eyes haven't left the road.

In less than a minute, I'm panting, mewling, and thrusting as I try to force his finger inside my desperate channel.

"Put it in me already." I'm not proud of my naughty demand… or the breathy, desperate way I said it.

I just completely lost my dignity. For what? The bastard just keeps tantalizing me, driving a mile below the damn speed limit, and acting as though this isn't the most delicious foreplay either of us has ever endured.