Akeem had given Greg the name of a pub right down his street. He had every intention of getting absolutely pissed tonight, and the shorter the trip back home the better. He'd secured a booth at the back of the pub, and a bottle of whisky, and he was already working on his first glass when Greg arrived.

Akeem poured some whisky into the second glass and pushed it on Greg's side of the table.

Continued from here.

As he drove Pippa's car, following the directions from her GPS, Akeem took a moment to reflect on what was happening. It still felt a little surreal. She was young, beautiful, with an intoxicating smell that had the wolf pace inside him restlessly, even now. He did not know what she saw in him, but he would not fight his good luck. Far from calming his desire, the short car ride only served to build anticipation, and he was glad she had thought ahead, so they only needed to pick up the keycard.

Kissing her again felt like water on parched lips, something he'd been longing for, something all of him had been longing for. She kissed him slowly, but he kissed back fiercely, letting the wolf direct his actions. His arms wrapped possessively about her waist, pulling her closer to him, before his hands slid down to cup her bum. Her scent enveloped him in a heady haze, and a growl broke into the kiss as he thought of what it would be like to feel her wrapped around him.