Page 26 of Deception

“Drew,” she whispered.

Lips, check. Fingers?

They flexed and traced a hard line of muscle on his arm.

Girl parts?

Her body gave a slow, sultry thumbs-up.

She figured she was ready to croak something other than his name. But what?

Drew’s fingers moved across her skin, sending little ripples through her overwhelmed nerves. One by one, her synapses woke up, going from la-la land to…to…

Shit, to all-out desire.

She lay perfectly still as a second heat wave roared through her body. Was it even possible to want more after an orgasm like that?

Her wolf stirred inside and flicked its tail from side to side.

Apparently so.

Maybe she’d blame it all on the three-quarters-full moon, shining on her like a spotlight from above. Stars crowded around, winking like so many Peeping Toms. The clearing was surrounded by pines, their boughs drooping with snow — a reminder that, technically, she ought to feel cold. But Drew lay over her like a lead blanket, keeping her warm. The jut of his cock against her thigh told her he was giving her a chance to recover before seeking his own pleasure. Pleasure she didn’t want to deny him a minute longer.

She shifted under him and let a foot snake up his leg.

“Summer…”

Her stomach heated under his muffled breath, and her whole body prickled with the realization of how hungry she suddenly felt. Starving. Ravenous. Desperate for him to fill her over and over again.

“At the risk of sounding bossy…” she ventured.

He picked his head up and looked at her with eyes that blazed.

“I want you inside me. Now. Please.”

And she didn’t mean with his fingers or tongue — as unbelievably satisfying as that had been. She wanted it all. She needed to be filled. Stretched. She needed to feel the full force of him pounding into her, again and again. Every thick, hot inch of him.

She shook her head at herself. Since when did she have such a dirty mind?

Pretty simple,her wolf shot back.Since we met our mate.

She’d been with a few men in her time — hell, every she-wolf had her needs — but she’d never, ever been as hungry, as screw-or-die desperate as she was right now. Her wolf was yowling inside, begging for more.

“Need you to fill me, my mate,” she whispered.

A rumble built in his chest, and heat flared between her legs.

“Drew,” she begged, guiding him closer with her legs and hands. Trembling with anticipation as his body lined up with hers. “Come to me, bear.”

The grumble grew deeper, and his cock nudged against her folds. She was wet enough for him to glide right in, but damn it, he was doing that slow-and-careful thing again. Like the routine he’d developed when entering the café. That hesitation on the threshold, that stepping up then stepping back.

“Don’t tell me you’re turning into a gentleman now,” she groaned.

He shook his head vehemently. “Not a chance. Just admiring.”

“Admiring what?”

She’d never, ever seen Drew look greedy before now, and damn did it turn her on.

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