Page 47 of What a Wolf Wants
He laughed. “That sounds good.”
They finished eating and cleaned up. Then they settled on the couch and started watching a show where a man and woman who didn’t know each other but had some survival skills worked together to survive for twenty-one days to see if they could do it—naked.
Poisonous snakes, fire ants, biting insects, ticks, mosquitoes, bad water, hot sun, and cold nights, constant rain, and crocodiles or alligators—depending on the area—plagued them. As wolves, they could deal with any of those situations without any problem.
“We ought to sign up for a challenge like that,” Ethan said with his arm around Charlene as they cuddled on the sofa.
She laughed. “Yeah, but they only do it with people who don’t know each other. You have to also film what you’re doing while you’re out there.”
“Right, but we would do that when we were in our human form and then we would turn off the cameras for the night and sleep as wolves.”
“Yeah, we would make it without any issues then. And they would be amazed at our toughness. But these are just reality shows so they have a production crew close by to check on them. I’m afraid we would be outed.”
“We’ll skip that challenge then.” He kissed her and once they finished the episode, the couple making it through the Amazon jungle on their own for the allotted time, bug-bitten, their bodies starved and dehydrated, Ethan turned off the TV. “Are you ready for bed?”
“I sure am.” She rose from the couch and helped him up.He grabbed his bags, and she led him to her bedroom. She couldn’t believe she was doing this with Ethan already, and yet it just felt right.
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Ethan was letting Charlene take the lead here because he wasn’t sure how far she wanted to go. Just to curl up and sleep together? Have unconsummated sex? He would be happy to do either with her, but he wanted her to make the choice. He set his bags on the floor out of the way, wondering if she was going to dress in nightclothes and if he should just wear a pair of boxer shorts. She didn’t give him much time to think about it as she began to tug off his T-shirt and then tossed it on the floor.
He smiled. Okay, so they were going to get naked, and he figured they were going to be intimate with each other. Though not all the way because for wolves that would amount to a mating for life. He slipped her shirt over her head and smiled at her leopard bra.
“Wild, huh? That’s me.”
He laughed. “Yeah, I knew that the moment you bit me when I was armed to the teeth, ready to arrest you—though the fact you were a wolf meant I had to do something else, truly.” He ran his hand over her bra, squeezing her breasts gently, enjoying their softness in his grasp. Then he leaned over and kissed her mouth.
She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a searing kiss on the lips, then delved deeper, her tongueravishing his as if she had held back long enough. He could enjoy kissing her all day. He slid his hands around her back and fumbled to unfasten her bra. He felt it release, and he pulled the straps down her shoulders, off her arms, and then was able to caress her naked breasts. Full, luscious, making his arousal twitch with growing need.
She quickly toed off her shoes and he slid his off so he could unfasten her pants, then pull them down. He smiled to see her panties matched her leopard bra. She eagerly unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants, then tugged his pants down his legs until he stepped out of them. He yanked off his socks before she could free him from his boxer briefs. They’d already seen each other naked before they shifted to run as wolves, and of course when he’d seen her leaving the shower when he’d raided her home, but this experience was more intimate while they were undressing each other.
Once she pulled down his boxer briefs and he kicked them aside, he began kissing her again, wanting her to know it wasn’t just all about the sex, but about showing the feelings he had for her, the admiration, caring, protectiveness…which made this all the more powerful to his way of thinking. He slid her panties down her legs, and she maneuvered out of them. As if she was afraid that he was waiting for her to take him to bed, to assure him that this was what she wanted too, she broke free from the kiss, pulled the covers aside, climbed onto the bed, and patted the mattress next to her.
“Come on. Let’s do this,” she said.
He smiled. Hell, yeah. He climbed onto the mattress, hoping he didn’t look like too much of a hungry wolf andwould cause Charlene to change her mind, but truth be told, she looked just as ravenous.
As soon as he was next to her, she rested her leg over his hip, exposing herself to him, telling him wordlessly what she wanted—at least he hoped—and he began to stroke her inviting clit while kissing her mouth with exuberance.
Their hearts beating wildly, she was kissing him back. She pressed her leg hard against his hip, her body tensing as he stroked her. Her hand was free to tweak his nipples and she moved her mouth to them, kissing and licking one and then the other. He felt an incredible rush of heat and passion that he’d never experienced before. Then she moved her mouth to his again, her tongue licking his lips and then tonguing him, her fingers combing through his hair, making him feel divine.
But then she was stopping, tensing, holding her breath, ready to shatter, he suspected. She closed her eyes and breathed out. “Oh, oh, yes, don’t stop, keep going, yes, there, aww, Ethan.”
He continued to stroke her for a few seconds, inserting a finger and feeling the tremors from her climax reverberating still deep inside her, and she smiled at him. “Wow. My turn.”
“I’m ready.”
She began to stroke him, kissing his mouth, their pheromones shouting to each other that they were so right for each other. Their hearts were still pumped up, the adrenaline shooting through their bloodstream, and he hadn’t felt this good, free, and spontaneous, in a long time.
She continued to stroke him with finesse. She was just irresistible to him.
He was trying his darnedest to hold back, to enjoy her touch longer. Her strokes were doing him in, but before he could stop, he was coming. He exploded with climax, feeling on top of the world.
She smiled at him and kissed his mouth. “I could just send you to the shower to wash off, or I can come with you and clean you up,” she said.
He laughed. “How can I resist an offer like that?”
They headed to the bathroom and started the shower, stepped in, and began soaping each other up. Now this was perfect. He’d never washed with a she-wolf in the shower. Never in the bathtub either, and she had one of those oversized ones that would be perfect for two.
