Project Zed, Book Seven
Copyright © 2018 by Kelex
He closed his eyes and released a breath. His body throbbed all over. Swept up in lust, he heard an answering growl out in the living space.
“Stop that,” Hemming called out. “I’ve got work to do.”
Ford made his way back out to the dining room. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I could smell your lust from all the way out here.”
Ford’s face filled with heat again, but this time it wasn’t from need.
Hemming eyed him. “Just give me a minute to get everything linked up to the base and make sure I can work remotely. I want to check in on him tonight.”
“I didn’t like leaving him like that. He seemed so… lost.” Ford sat down at the table and looked at all of Hemming’s gadgets.
“Yeah, I saw it, too,” Hemming murmured. “But I need to keep you safe. He’ll be fine. He’s where he needs to be.”
“Logically, yes… but still. He doesn’t know who he is. He doesn’t have many of his memories. Yet he knew us, which is kind of weird.”
“Instinct,” Hemming answered. “A shifter might forget his name, but he’ll never forget the animal part of himself.”
“So what you feel for me is instinct. An animal lust you can’t ignore?”
Hemming lifted his stare, a glow to his eyes. “In all honesty, yes. That’s what it is.”
“I’m no animal… so what is it I feel for you?”
Hemming lowered the tech in his hands down to the table and then pinned Ford with a heated stare. Ford could feel it all the way down to his toes.
“I don’t know… what do you feel for me?” Hemming asked, his voice more growl than words.
The throbbing need he felt intensified. “A connection… one that… tightens around me each time we see one another. I can barely think… barely breathe… my heart goes crazy in my chest. All I can think about is… being with you… touching you… kissing you.”
“Do you want to kiss me right now?”
“Then perhaps you should come here and kiss me,” Hemming said.
Rising on shaking legs, Ford did just that. He took the few steps and nearly fell into Hemming’s lap. Ford captured the shifter’s face in his hands and pressed his mouth to the man’s lips. That one touch electrified him, zipping through his body like a jolt. His hands slid to the back of Hemming’s head. He felt as if he needed to hold on tight and never let go.
Hemming’s scruff scratched his face as they fed from each other. Intoxicated by the rough lash of the wolf’s tongue, he moaned, hungry for Hemming to take more from him. As if he understood Ford’s need, the shifter slid a hand through his hair and captured the back of his head, a touch roughly.
Another groan came from his lips as his tongue warred with Hemming’s. He bit the wolf’s lower lip and sucked it between his own before releasing it to lick and nibble some more. Breathless with anticipation, he moved to straddle his lover’s lap. He wanted Hemming to feel how hard he was… how much he wanted the wolf.