Conner’s warm, inviting body was pressed up against mine in an almost intimate manner. Our hearts beating fast and the atmosphere around us turning thick with lust.
The annoying butterflies in my stomach were pushing violently amongst the walls of my insides, begging to be let out, but instead, I swallowed the strange, unfamiliarly pleasant feeling back down in the hopes that my legs won’t give out.
Why did I feel so vulnerable and helpless in his arms?
How could one man have such an effect on me?
It was like he has turned me into his personal puppet, and I was all too eager to be dancing to the mercy of his hands.
I stared at my handsome mate in awe as he closed the distance between us and our lips brushed gently against each other. The suture kit I held in my hands, tumbled to the floor as tingles of pure bliss flowed from his lips into mine. Deep electric currents of pleasure and desire hummed through us, begging us to give in to the bond.
Our kiss was slow and expressive.
A groan of pleasure rumbled from somewhere low inside his chest as I deepened the kiss and slid my hands over his bulky shoulders, burying my fingers into the messy thickness of his tousled hair.
His tongue caressed mine with passion and hunger, something we had both been yearning for, for quite some time.
I wanted him and he wanted me, but when the smell of his arousal filled the air, my wolf was ready to pounce into action and I knew that things were quickly spiralling out of control.
Within a second, I felt my eyes shift into my wolf’s golden orbs.
Oh no, no, no!
We are not ready for that yet! I tried to reason with my beast, but she was having none of it and fought fiercely for dominance to take control and mark our mate by sinking her canines deep into the crook of his neck.
With the last ounce of self-control I had left, I pushed away from Conner and kept my eyes clamped shut tightly, knowing full well that if I opened them, he would be gazing straight into my wolf’s eyes.
Breathe. Breathe. Come on!
I could hear Conner panting slightly from lack of oxygen and overwhelming excitement.
The fangs in the back of my mouth started elongating and I clenched my fists tightly, trying to focus on reigning my wolf back in.
“I need help,” I mind-linked Fran in one last desperate attempt to distract myself.
“Rotten eggs! Dirty laundry! The guy at the post office’s nose-hair!” She yelled back instantly through the mind-link. Obviously, she had understood my message.
A second later my phone started ringing and I felt my beast’s control slip, letting me take the lead once again.
Thank goodness for Fran.
The sexual tension was momentarily broken, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I distanced myself from Conner to answer Fran’s call.
“So? You guys coming or what?” Her voice sounded in my ear through the phone’s tiny speaker.
“Thank you,” I replied sincerely.
“We’re on our way,” I said into the phone as I turned to face Conner’s flustered appearance.
When we finally made it to the bar, Fran and Anthony were already sitting at a table, drinking, and having a good time.
Conner slipped his hand into mine very discreetly as we weaved through the rowdy crowd on our way towards my friends.
I was leading the way and didn’t turn back to face him, but a warm smile instantly played across my face.
Fran’s eyes were shining with excitement as she watched us approach. “Lucky girl,” she commented through our mind-link with a naughty smirk betraying her emotions. She truly felt happy for me.
“Fran, this is Conner, Conner, Fran,” I introduced and stood back a bit for them to shake hands.
I didn’t miss Fran and Anthony’s eyes abruptly flicking to Conner’s neck, just to make sure I haven’t marked him yet.
“Pleasure to meet you,” Fran replied genuinely, “this is my friend, Anthony.”
Conner lifted his brow in surprise, but quickly recovered with a “nice to meet you,” and a handshake.
I could clearly see why it had caught Conner off guard when Fran introduced Anthony as a mere friend. Fran was practically sitting on Anthony’s lap and he had his muscled arm wrapped protectively around her slender shoulders.
To be honest, they looked amazing together. Both had shiny, blonde hair, baby-blue eyes, and smooth fair skin. The only difference was that Fran had long hair and Anthony had short, neatly trimmed hair with a clean-cut jaw.
It didn’t take long for us to get a round of drinks and before we knew it, three hours had gone by.
Conner fitted into our little group perfectly. He and Fran hit it off the very moment his bum met the barstool and I watched in amusement as my best friend and mate turned out to be surprisingly similar.
They shared the same, almost twisted sense of humour and even preferred the same drink.
As usual, Anthony was less talkative, but it was never awkward. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, it was hilarious. Because of his dry sense of humour, his jokes could easily be missed entirely or mistaken for the truth.
The evening went by far too quickly and before we knew it, it was time to say goodbye.
Conner somehow got me to agree to another get-together the following day, as he apparently had ANOTHER thing to show me at the zoo.