Chapter 46

Adrian.

I can smell her. I can smell that she’s been lying to me this whole time. She has a wolf, and not just any wolf. I’m more than certain it’s the wolf I’ve been trying to search for, the Witch-Wolf.

I remember that smell from that night three years ago.

“What are you doing out here?” I command.

Poppy wiggles underneath my grip, but I have no intention of letting her go until I get some answers.

“Nothing! I’m not doing anything. Now let me go!” She screams at me.

I move my face closer as I run my nose up the side of her neck, taking in her sweet smell. I can see her pulse race while her chest moves up and down in panic.

“I don’t believe you, Poppy. I think you’ve been keeping a secret from me, and now it’s time to fess up and tell me what you’ve been hiding from me.”

Poppy’s eyes widen as her heart beats erratically.

My left hand has both of her hands pinned up above her head; I take my other hand and run it down the length of her body as she quivers to my touch.

She licks her lips.

My wolf keeps yelling in my head to take her, but I want to take my time while I torture her to get what I want.

I look into her silver eyes, and there I see it, that look of need and desire that she wants me.

I lower my head and capture her lips with mine. She lets out a moan and returns the kiss with as much heat and desire as I’m giving her. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I press her further against the tree. Images from my dream flash through my head, and only this is so much better.

I pull away from her and rest my forehead against hers to catch my breath.

“Tell me the truth. Do you have a wolf?”

Poppy shakes her head as she tries to resist telling me what I know is true, but I need to hear it from her. I need her to confirm my intuition.

I reach up with my free hand and wrap it around her neck. I tilt my head back so that I can look into her eyes.

“Tell me the truth,” I growl.

She trembles beneath me as her eyes plead with me not to ask her anything further. But I can’t stop; I need to know—for my own sanity.

“Tell me!” I demand.

After a long stare-down and an awkward silence, Poppy finally gives in and cries out, “Yes!”

My eyes widen when she finally admits to having a wolf. I lean forward and smash my lips against hers. She lets out a moan and tries to pull away, but I won’t let her until I’m ready to give up her lips.

I pull back from her when I hear Poppy begin to whine.

“Tell me, is your wolf the Witch-Wolf?”

Poppy breathes quickly as she tries to catch her breath.

I release her neck and give her a mischievous smile before leaning into the side of her head and pushing her hair back behind her shoulder. I leave small, wet kisses down her neck while I wait for her answers.

Poppy sucks in a breath when I reach her chest.

“Adrian, please!”

I release a growl in excitement when hearing her plead my name.

“Please, what?” I ask as I bring my hand up to her chest and trace it down her body until I leave it between her legs and begin to rub her.

Her eyes widen as her breath quickens.

I smirk at her expression and continue to tease her.

Poppy closes her eyes as she leans back against the tree to open herself up to me more and starts to moan.

Just when I see she’s getting close, I pull my hand away.

Poppy’s lets out a gasp before she yells out, “Adrian!”

“Answer me!” I growl.

I put my hand back between her legs and start to play with her again. I tease her until she’s on the brink of losing herself, and I stop again.

Poppy releases a gasp as her eyes open to glare at me. I can see the lust in her eyes as she tries to catch her breath.

I bring my lips up to her ear and whisper, “All you have to do is tell me what I want to know.”

I wrap my lips around her earlobe and suck on it gently.

Poppy moans at the touch and screams out, “YES! My wolf is the Witch-Wolf.

My heart races with excitement the moment I get confirmation that she’s the woman that I’ve been looking for. I reach up with both hands, cupping her head between my hands, and stare intensely into her silver eyes. They light up just as they did that night three years ago before using her magic and running away from me.

A growl escapes me as I plunge back forward and grab her pouty lips. I pull her away from the tree, holding her in my arms while I find a soft place to lay her on the ground.

My wolf is at the surface and is chomping at the bit to feel his mate’s connection.

I lay her gently down on the grass while leaving gentle kisses all over her body to try and make her know how much I want her. I move my hand back between her legs to reward her for being a good girl and finally telling me her secret.

I bring my lips back to hers and cover her mouth as a moan escapes her. I feel her getting closer to her release and smirk with gratification in knowing that I’m making her feel good with just my fingers. Just wait until I show her how else I can please her.

Poppy reaches down and tries to pull my hand away from her, but I refuse to move it. I want to make her feel good in every way I can, and this is just the beginning. She brings her hands to my chest to push me away from her and moves her head to pull her lips away from me.

“Adrian, please wait. STOP!”