Wolf Island (Sinful Wolf Pack Romances)

A few minutes ago I had been bored. I had been about to leave this party when a voice had called for me out of the crowd.

Called me, “Aeron.”

The sound had electrified me. We have never met, but I had known in an instant who she was.

I had circled around behind her to make sure. And there she was, the girl who had haunted my dreams for years. Glowing hazel eyes set in that perfect doll’s face. Porcelain skin. Her strong yet delicate jawline that I want to cup in my hands while I kiss her.

Aeron’s girl.

My fists had clenched. Not Aeron’s. Not anymore.

Seeing her dancing so sexily amongst the tightly packed crowd had set a roar of unexpected possessiveness racing through my chest.

The boys nearest her had been eyeing her hungrily, and no wonder. Her little floral top is made of such fine material that her firm breasts are almost visible through it. My gaze had lingered there, my fingers itching to touch her.

I’d made my way to the poolside, using my height and strength to cut easily through the crowd. The mask over the top part of my face renders me unrecognizable to any but my closest friends, a fact that I have taken anonymous enjoyment in tonight. And yet the crowd seemed to sense my natural authority and parted for me. A couple of sexy models had gravitated towards me but I had no patience for them, my focus only on her.

When I reach the girl, I put my hand on her waist to get her attention. To my surprise she not only keeps dancing, but she intertwines her fingers with mine and slides my hand over the firm tight flesh of her waist and down to her hips.

The saucy little minx reaches back for my other hand and places it on her hip. Right at the waistband of her sexy little miniskirt. She sways to the music and slides her own hands up her narrow waist towards her rib cage, slowly and sexily, drawing my attention to her nubile young body. I can smell her clean perfume mixed with a scent that is entirely hers. It arouses me.

This is not how I remember her. She used to wear prim, pretty little dresses and dark tights. Now her lovely long legs are bare and tottering on stiletto heels. She looks like she has come to party and she knows what she wants.

And I want her. So very badly.

My mind is reeling at this unexpected gift fallen into my hands, like it was fate. And at the perfect time too. So I am going to have to listen to my head instead of my body. She is the key to getting everything I ever wanted. Plans are already rapidly forming in my mind. I need to handle this carefully.

It makes me angry to know I cannot have her.

But then she backs up to me and sways her firm yet soft curves against me. And suddenly I can think of nothing more than having a little fun. I have never been one to turn down an invitation.

My hands slip down under her little skirt. I’m amused to find she is wearing a pair of prim cotton panties. I slide my hand beneath their edges and onto the bare skin of her silky cheeks.