Thrown to her Wolves by Margo Collins (korean novels in english .txt) 📕

lips away from where they’d been kissing my neck and regarded me steadily.

“Yes.” I ran my fingers through his hair. “Just thinking.”

I didn’t bother to clarify what I was thinking about. I didn’t have to.

“You need to try to put the Winter Queen’s visitation out of your mind,” Liam said. “I want to help you forget that she ever interrupted our night.”

“Do you have ideas to help that happen?” I asked—and I even managed to sound playful.

“I do.” He pulled my lips back down to his until I was kissing him again. He tasted cool and slightly spicy.

Pulling me closer to him, Liam deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine in a way that was both brand new and achingly familiar.

The shape of his shoulders under my questing hands was different from my other guys.

I reminded myself that they’d all agreed to this.

As have I.

And when I pulled back to gaze at him, the expression in his eyes was kind and warm. I ran my fingertips down the back of his arms, tracing the sharply defined triceps and sliding my palms down to his elbows.

With a strangled noise in the back of his throat, Liam slid his own hands down my back until they cupped my ass, then pulled me up against him, the heat from the hard length of him burning through the clothes between us.

I wound my arms around his neck, taking a step backwards and tugging him away from the edge of the building. Heights had always frightened me.

“Should we talk more about this first?” Liam’s actions didn’t match his words as his fingers slipped up under my shirt.

“Absolutely not. No talking.” I pulled Liam’s shirt off over his shoulders, baring his broad chest and the hard planes of his stomach.

Making a deep noise of my own, I moved my mouth to his chest, reaching up to flick my tongue delicately against one nipple, smiling at both the crisp feel of the hair on his chest and the way he shivered and pulled away from me.

I lightly nipped the other nipple, until Liam took the hem of my dress and used the fabric to trap my arms when I lifted them. He held me still with his arm as he closed his mouth over one breast, using his tongue to play with the nipple.

Giving up any pretense at attempting to escape from the dress, I reveled in the feel of his mouth on me. As he pulled away long enough to push the fabric out of his way, cool air rushed in, stippling the skin of my breast with tiny chill bumps until he once again sucked my nipple into his mouth, the flick of his tongue echoing my earlier teasing motion.

Liam released me long enough to toss the dress aside, and then turned his attention to the other breast, kneading it lightly even as he licked and sucked at it, sending sparks of lust shooting through my entire body.

By the time his mouth trailed down my stomach to the top of my pants, I was trembling. As he licked along the waistband, desire surged through me in a searing wave, rolling from my chest and moving down, as if it had been released directly from my heart. It settled in the deepest part of me as a hot throb of need.

With a deft motion, Liam slid my pants off my hips, dropping them atop the shirt.

I tugged ineffectually at his clothes. “Take these off, too.”

One corner of his mouth crooked up. “Is that an order?”

“A request.” I matched his smile, but the expression faded at the sight of his body as he stepped back to remove the rest of his clothes, then stood in front of me.

He was absolutely magnificent.

My mouth dried and I met his heated gaze with one of my own.

I stepped forward and ran my hands all over him—a less-than-subtle means of letting myself explore every inch of his body.

When I ran my hands up his rock-hard length, the muscles of his thighs tensed.

Moments later, he returned the favor, paying careful attention to my breasts and clit. I was shaking with need by the time he stopped.

Finally, unable to stand it any longer, I tugged him toward the bed.

Instead, he lifted me in his arms. I tightened my hold around his neck. He smiled against my lips and slid one knee between my legs. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Just making sure.” I punctuated my words with tiny kisses.

He stopped me, leaning back and holding my gaze. “Tell me you will be mine as much as I will be yours,” he demanded. His own voice rasped with need. “I will still be myself. Tell me you know that.”

I paused, torn between the ache at the center of my being that insisted he come into me now, and my need to reassure him.

“Liam,” I breathed.  “You will remain yourself. I will belong to you and you to me.”

At the final word, Liam lifted me up until he slid into me with a groan.

He held my ass with his hands, keeping me still as he pumped into me.

After a dizzying moment, I met him, pushing until he touched that innermost part of me, the part that had been aching for him my entire life, even before I knew he existed.

The part that held my other two wolves, too.

Chapter 7

The next morning, I felt calmer than I had the night before.

I was beginning to think that the pack magic that settled over me during each ceremony brought with it some of my pack-alpha mates’ personality traits with it. After I had completed the ceremony with Owen, I had been able to face the Winter Queen with strength and determination. She had called me Little Wolf