A Grey Wolves Howliday (The Grey Wolves #14) by Quinn Loftis

Crina whimpered as his tongue pushed into her mouth. Her arms wrapped around his neck. She ran her hands up and sunk her fingers into his hair. A moment later, her back came into contact with their soft bed. Adam’s power was like the hum of electricity along a live wire. As he covered her body with his own, he smiled at her. “Sorry, beautiful, but it’s been too long. You don’t get to undress yourself this time.” His grin was wicked as he snapped his fingers, and then they were both naked.

Crina bit his shoulder hard. He knew she hated it when he did that. It was a dominance battle between her wolf and him as a fae. Her wolf didn’t like feeling vulnerable to him. That he could disrobe her with a thought was disarming.



“You can bite me all you want. Scratch me with those sexy claws. I don’t give a damn, just touch me and let me touch you.” Adam panted as he fought to hold one of her clawed hands and keep it from slashing his chest. Although, he really didn’t mind if she got a few good scratches in. That means she’ll lick them clean later. Adam smiled to himself.

She snarled at him and pushed hard until she forced him onto his back. Adam resisted at first, then yanked her toward him and used their momentum to keep rolling until they flipped off the end of the bed. He twisted to make sure he landed on the floor with her on top. Her claws sank into his chest, causing him to hiss. Still hurts, every time. He leaned up and took her mouth in a searing kiss. Distracted by his mouth, she didn’t notice Adam was using his magic to put them back on the bed. He’d have to move quickly as soon as her back touched the soft surface.

With the speed only a fae could possess, Adam grabbed both of her wrists in one of his hands and held them above her head. With his other hand, he held her chin. He leaned forward, staring into her eyes. “You are mine.” His voice trembled with too many emotions to name.

She tried to throw him off, but he was much stronger. Adam didn’t use his full strength when they played dominance battles. He would never hurt her. But he needed her to understand something. He may not be a wolf, but he was still her true mate. He deserved respect, just like her. She finally stopped fighting. “Yes.” She breathed out. “I am yours.”

“Who do I belong to, Crina?” Adam asked, knowing it would irritate her wolf.

“You’re mine,” both woman and wolf said at the same time.

Adam nuzzled her cheek down to her ear. His lips pressed gently as he whispered, “Submit to me, mate.”

Crina turned her head, exposing her neck. His bite mark was there. He loved seeing it on her. Adam found it interesting that he possessed so many dominant wolf-like traits when it came to Crina. He imagined that this was the work of the Great Luna, helping him be able to meet the needs of his mate, from a completely different race, with completely different needs. Adam had never craved touch until he’d become Crina’s true mate. He’d never needed someone or even wanted the closeness that having a mate brought. But now? Now, he couldn’t live without it. He’d been in complete and utter agony for the past month. They had much time to make up for.

He leaned his head down next to her flesh and ran his nose from her shoulder toward her neck. He repeated the motion with his tongue and then nipped her hard enough with his teeth that she snarled. “Payback, baby.” Adam’s voice rumbled as his hunger and need for her grew. He took another deep breath, pulling her scent into his lungs as he lowered his body farther on top of hers, pressing her into the bed. Crina’s breathing quickened, and Adam smiled to himself, loving that she was so affected by him, that he wasn’t the only one who was starved for this. “I love you, Crina,” he whispered as he nibbled on her ear. “From now on, you talk to me when I’ve done something,” he said, running his tongue down her ear. “Yes?”

She grunted an agreement.

“I want your words, beautiful.” Adam pulled his lips away from her. He knew this would get a reaction. They’d been mated long enough that Adam knew what pushed Crina and her wolf’s buttons.

Her wolf growled, and she attempted to raise her neck, to get closer to his mouth. Adam pulled away so his chest was no longer pressed to hers. He still held her wrists above her head so she couldn’t do more than attempt to arch her back to regain his touch. He shook his head at her. “From now on, you talk to me. No more shutting me out. No more taking away what we both need.” He raised his brow at her, waiting. Crina’s eyes glowed as she stared up at him. Her body trembled with her need of him.

Finally, she answered, “Okay.” She breathed out, and then a tear ran down her cheek.

Damn it, he hadn’tmeant to make her cry. Adam immediately laid his body back on hers, knowing she was strong enough to handle his weight. He pressed his lips to her cheek, where the tear had been. “Don’t cry, my sweet Crina,” he whispered. “I just don’t want us to go through this again. Please understand that. I’m not scolding you or shaming you. But do you see? Do you feel how wrong it is for us to be separated? We were created for one another. You are the other half of my soul. I need you in many ways.”

“Adam, please,” Crina pleaded with him. She turned her neck again, and he knew what she was saying. She needed him to mark her again, to reestablish their bond.

He kissed her lips gently and then gave her what she needed, what they both needed. Adam didn’t hesitate. He didn’t lick or kiss her neck; he simply bit down in the exact place he had many times before. And as all the times before, his teeth sunk in effortlessly. Her body tightened momentarily, and then she pushed herself closer to him. She wrapped her legs around him as if he might attempt to leave her. She needn’t have worried. Adam was right where he wanted to be, had wanted to be for over a month. Nothing could have taken him from her. If she hadn’t been receptive to begin with, he was prepared to do whatever it took to seduce her. He knew that this was what they both needed. Being mates meant many things. It meant you supported one another, you protected one another, you held each other up when one of you needed it. It meant that you talked and listened. You gave of yourself before you took. You met the other’s needs before your own. It also meant that you shared your body, your love, your desire with your mate. It meant that Adam needed to give his body to her, for her pleasure, to remind her of his commitment to her and her alone. And she needed to give him her body because it was his and his alone. When they were intimate, they became complete. It made them one, and it strengthened their bond.