something I could feel even from where I stood. I'd met--and mated--with a lot of wolves over my twenty-nine years, but none of them had an aura as powerful, or as binding, as
this
wolf's.
Our gazes met. The heat so evident in the strange golden depths of his eyes echoed through the fibers of my being. Talon and I had been together for almost two years--which was something of a record for those who aren't soul mates. We knew each other extremely well sexually but were still basically strangers outside of the clubs.
He walked down the steps, stripping off his shirt as he did so and tossing it casually toward an empty table. His golden skin gleamed in the starry light and his leather pants showcased not only the strength of his legs but the size of his erection.
The force of his aura rolled before him, hitting the women nearest him like a tidal wave. Sighs and stares followed in his wake but he didn't stop, his gaze on mine as he strode toward me.
At six and a half feet, he was a big man. Even though I wore six-inch heels, he still dwarfed me by a good five inches. But when he moved, it was with the grace and lightness of a vampire. The selfish part of me hoped he didn't find his soul mate before I found mine, because we were good together. His brand of wild sex was something I wanted to keep enjoying for a while yet.
He stopped when there were still several feet between us, his gaze sliding casually down my body before rising to meet mine again. The lust that surged between us caressed my skin until it felt like I was glowing.
"I didn't expect to find you here this afternoon, little wolf."
His voice was a deep rumble, yet it flowed across my senses as sensually as a warm summer breeze. "I'm looking for Rhoan, and had hoped to ask Davern where he is."
His gaze momentarily went past me. "Davern won't be much longer, from the look of it."
"No, he won't." I was aware of the rising level of noise and pleasure coming from Davern's table, but part of me hoped he held off. I wanted to drink in the radiating force of
this
man awhile longer.
Talon took a step closer and my breath caught. The burning of the silver bullet in my flesh was nothing compared to the fire eating me at that moment.
His fingers brushed my cheek, then slipped down my neck and chest. It was a feather-light caress that felt as powerful as a sledgehammer. He flicked open the shirt's first button, then moved on to the next one. "The fever burns in you, little wolf. I can smell it."
So could I, and it was beginning to hurt. "It's a need that will have to wait until I talk to Davern."
"Really?" Another button gone. "And what is so urgent that you must speak to him during this time of celebration?"
"I got a call from Rhoan's mother." His mother was my mother, but Talon didn't know that. "As I said, I need to find him."
The last button came undone and he pushed my shirt open. His fingers skimmed up my stomach, sending quivers of anticipation scooting across my flesh. With deliberate slowness, his touch circled a breast, his gaze holding mine, drowning me in the flames of his desire as his caress gradually worked inward, reaching but not quite touching the aching, sensitive center.
Perspiration beaded my skin. His whisper-soft stroking moved to my other breast and by the time he'd finished circling to the center, I was close to screaming with frustration.
"Can I dance with you, little wolf?"
"After I talk to Davern, you can do whatever you want to me."
"A dangerous statement given the heat that sears us."
A smile teased my lips. I ran a finger down the hard planes of his chest and toyed with the top button of his pants. "And just what is it that you intend to do to me?"
He leaned closer. All I could smell, all I could breathe, was the musky, ardent odor of this wolf.
He brushed a kiss across my lips, then, with his voice little more than a gravelly growl, said, "I intend to fuck you senseless."
My heart slipped into overdrive. The intensity of both