My wolf absolutely howls inside of me, telling me to do ridiculous things as she always does. Kiss him! Jump on top of him, wrap your legs around his waist, he likes that! See if you can get his pants off - he just put them on -

But I shake my head, willfully trying to ignore her, because the sensible part of me knows that Luca is right that this is not how I want this to happen.

"See?" he says, smirking at me, a little smug as he pulls himself away a little bit, pausing his hand's work to get my dress up over my hip. "I didn't think so."

"Hey!" I snarl, offended - because, I mean, I didn't make my decision yet!

Yes! My wolf shouts, encouraging me forward. Grab him! Make him kiss us again! Take the stupid dress off! Why did we let Daphne pick such a complicated dress - we should have worn something with snaps

"What?" Luca says, pausing and coming just an inch closer, teasing me now. "Come on, Ariel -let's wait until after the match - then I can actually take you to bed, a real bed -"

little pissed now if I'm being honest. Because I mean, he actually is right. The first time I do this I do want to be in a bed, and relaxed, and not worrying if someone

it, why did he know that

a kiss to my cheek and then to my neck - a soft, lingering one that

knows it. My hands tighten against the skin of his back, my nails digging just slightly into him, and

whispers, raising his head and looking into my eyes again before pressing a soft kiss to my mouth. "And...well, I know what you can handle." He hesitates here, just for a second. "I'm...more experienced in this than

around and smacking him in the chest - not hard, but with a satisfying smack that lets him know that I'm mad. "Are you seriously saying that I that I can't

he murmurs, his voice dipping lower in a way that - god, that makes the heat in me grow more steadily. "Not yet, at least. We need to get your body used to this a little more before we start doing adventurous things like

chest, fully pissed now. "That is so rude, Luca," I snarl, lifting my chin up to glare at

eyes crinkling. But he doesn't step back - steps closer, even, bunching my dress up more, slipping his hand beneath the hem of it and sliding his palm steadily upwards unti his hand cups my ass, his palm moving over the lacy

my eyes going wide, any

ass in a way that makes my head fall back, just a little,

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