Page 47 of Triumph of the Wolf
I’d wanted this for far longer than I’d let myself admit. Before either of us had known about the medallions, and before he’d crossed paths with my mother, I’d been drawn to him. The first day he’d ambled through the woods by Sylvan Serenity, that cocky smile on his face as he’d winked and swung his metal detector about, I’d been attracted to him.
But for so long, he’d been a question mark. Could I trust him? Would he hurt me? After being hurt before, I hadn’t wanted to let myself fall in love again, hadn’t even wanted to enjoy a man’s company lest it end badly.
But as Duncan kissed me back, his hands sliding from my breasts to my hips to caress me in the most intimate of spots, I opened myself fully to him. I had no doubts about his intentions.I trusted him and felt no apprehension, only excitement and arousal as he rubbed me evocatively and our kisses grew hungrier, needier.
Words left, breaths shortening as we shifted and stroked, eager to touch and be touched everywhere, nerves delighted by the attention. With our chests pressed together, we could feel each other’s hearts pounding, just as we felt the proof of each other’s great desire.
When Duncan drew me down to a mossy patch of ground free of mud, I went eagerly with him. A human woman might have preferred the bed in his van, but the forest floor appealed to the wolf in me, the scents of ferns and moss and decomposing wood magnificent in my nose. And there was his scent as well, masculine and exotic, from a far-off place, a time that I’d never known.
Duncan groaned with desire as he inhaledmyscent as well, his hands continuing to stroke me as his mouth left my lips to taste the rest of my body. His avid gaze held mine as he took my breast again, making me arch and pant. My body ached with need even as my soul appreciated the way he looked at me, as if I were the greatest of exotic beauties, not a mom muddling through life, a woman who’d denied her destiny for far too long.
I groped through the moss to grab my purse and fish out the condoms, excited that we would, after so many interruptions, finally be together. He didn’t pause in his ministrations, but he turned to let me sheathe his sword, even pushing eagerly toward me, craving my touch.
My fingers lingered, rubbing and stroking, marveling at his magnificence. Until he distracted me with his arousing nips and licks, his assiduous attention to giving me pleasure.
When his tongue trailed from my breasts to the quivering muscles of my abdomen and lower, I not only groaned butgrowledlike the wolf. He parted my lower lips, his tonguesliding into my heated core, and I couldn’t maintain any measure of control, of decorum. Like a wild animal, I bucked and writhed on the cool, damp moss as his warm mouth worked me expertly, making me cry out as I thrashed.
“By the moon, you’re hot, Luna,” Duncan rasped, gripping my hips, sweat gleaming on his skin as he continued stroking me with his tongue.
I growled an inarticulate response and arched toward him, needing him to take me over an edge I’d never reached before.
His eyes full of lust, he nipped and licked, creating more intense desire than I’d ever known. More intensepleasureas his touch quickened, power radiating from him, electric as it wrapped around my body, my every nerve singing.
I gripped his shoulders, rising as far as I could toward him. Sensing exactly what I wanted, he wrapped his lips around my throbbing need and sucked until an explosion of pleasure blasted me over the edge. Magic crackled inside of me and in the air around us, extending my pleasure and making the moment last. Finally, I slumped to the ground, reveling in pure blissful satisfaction.
Between my legs, Duncan watched my response, looking pleased, but that avid desire continued to burn in his eyes as he breathed heavily. Hard and full, he still craved a release, and he prowled up my body.
Before I could praise him for his expert lovemaking, his mouth took mine, and a hungry growl of his own rumbled in his chest. I wrapped my arms around him as his fingers slid down to stroke me once more, wanting to rekindle my fire so he could this time quench it with his great need.
Though I wouldn’t have guessed I could match his desire again so soon, I wanted him to enjoy this as much as I did, and I opened myself for his touch—for all of him. His intensity and skill roused me far faster than I would have imagined. As wekissed, magic and power flowed from him, igniting my desire all over again. Soon, my muscles quivered with need, and I found myself reaching for him, wanting to hold him, to guide him into me.
His entire body tightened at my light touch, coiling at the invitation. As we kissed hard, Duncan almost frenetic, he pushed past my hand and toward the welcoming core of my body. Once more, I arched toward him, greedily craving another climax but also to give him all that he wanted. He deserved that.
With a snarl of pure pleasure, he plunged into me, filling me with his great animal energy. Sensations even more exquisite than before made me ecstatic as I eagerly matched his every thrust. With his muscled arms to the sides, fingers splayed in the moss, he plunged deeper and deeper, his possessive growls claiming me as much as his body did.
I sensed that he’d wanted this even longer than I had. It felt like he wanted me like no one he’d ever been with before, and that filled me with such love for him, the emotion mingling with my animalistic need as we arched and thrust faster and faster, all awareness of everything except each other gone.
“Duncan!” I cried his name as we came together. No, Ihowledit, letting the forest know that he was mine as another explosion of ecstasy rocked my body.
He also threw his head back and howled as he found his release. I clung to him, basking in the cascades of relief and pleasure that came after the climax, eventually leaving me trembling in the moss, exhausted but more satisfied than I’d ever been.
Duncan lowered himself, the tension finally gone from his body. He wrapped his arms around me, shifted onto his back, and pulled me onto his chest, cradling me and stroking my hair as we recovered.
I reveled in the aftermath and in him. Never had I thought I’d experience such amazing pleasure again. Or at all. Even my first love, when teenage hormones had made everything intense, hadn’t been as incredible as this. So strong were my emotions that I had to blink away tears.
“I love you, Duncan,” I whispered.
He nuzzled my ear. “I love you too, Luna.”
15
Snuggledon top of the mossy blanket by the pond, with frogs croaking on the far side, Duncan and I might have spent the rest of the day and into the night cuddled on our sides, my back pressed into his chest and his arms around me. The medallions, which lay on the ground a few feet away, weren’t glowing and hadn’t tried to foist any visions or compulsions on us, and the case also lay quiescent in my purse. Nobody had returned to the area for the destroyed cars, though I’d half expected a tow truck or two to roll up the road while Duncan and I were thrashing naked by the pond. Somehow, we’d never made the trek to his van and the bed in back.
My phone ringing from… somewhere made me lift my head. I’d lost all track of time, and impending rain made it hard to tell if it was twilight or simply getting cloudier. I might have been cold if I hadn’t had warm arms wrapped around me. We’d also generated a lot of body heat during our activities. I smiled at the memory.
“You’re not thinking of answering that, are you?” Duncan asked.
“Well… it might be Lorenzo. We weresupposedto be on the way to visit.” The cave, technically, but I’d planned to stop by to see Mom too.
