Page 87 of Wolfehound
He suddenly bolted for the door, startling her. When she saw him reaching for the latch, she called after him.
“Wait!” she said. “Where are you going?”
He still had his hand on the latch. “I have to find all of those women I had children with and tell them not to come!” he said. “I do not want you to box my ears!”
Cambria shrieked and threw both of her shoes at him, one at a time. He began laughing, fending them off easily, picking up one of them and throwing it back at her. The shoes went backand forth, and so did a pillow until Liam grabbed it and ran at her, trying to smack her with it. Cambria screamed and climbed up on the bed, but he threw himself on top of her to prevent her from escaping.
“Now what are you going to do?” he said, trapping her wrists with one hand and letting his free hand tickle her ribs. “You’re brave when I’m across the room, but you are a coward when I’m next to you. Go ahead—tell me how you would react to news of my bastard children.”
Cambria was giggling and screaming at the same time. “Stop!” she commanded. “Stop or you’ll be sorry!”
“I do not think so.”
He continued to tickle her, only to pause so she could catch her breath, and then he’d start again. That went on a few times until the final pause. Instead of trying to catch her breath, Cambria craned her neck up and kissed him on the mouth.
That was all it took for the mood to shift.
And it shifted very quickly.
The bed they were upon was big, commensurate with the size of the chamber, with four posters and a great curtain strung around it. As the flames burned in the hearth, sending rippling, golden light into the room, Liam stopped his tickling, his playing, and fused his mouth to Cambria’s. It was a deep, lusty kiss. But the problem was that he was still clothed, so, keeping his mouth on hers, he began to remove anything he could get his hands on.
Cambria’s arms were around his neck as he kissed her and she could feel him moving about, removing his belt. As that fell away, he pulled his mouth away from hers and silently stood up, bending over and yanking his tunic over his head. He tossed it aside, barely missing the fireplace, and they both laughed. Naked from the waist up, he quickly returned his attention to his wife.
She was sitting up on the bed now. Without a word, he sat down beside her, his eyes drifting over the white shift she was wearing. Her shoes were off, but the hose were still on. Pale cleavage swelled from the neckline of the shift and Liam’s gaze was drawn to it. God, he’d dreamt of this moment. He simply couldn’t wait any longer. One arm went around her shoulders as the other went to her torso, and he pulled her close again, his mouth on her neck as the hand on her torso began to gently stroke the curve of her hip.
“My Bria,” he murmured, kissing her tender flesh. “I cannot tell you how long I have waited for this moment, and now that it is here, all I want to do is touch you. You are the most beautiful creature in the world.”
Cambria’s eyes were closed as he kissed her neck, the hand on her hip moving gently to her ribs. She was so overwhelmed with his heated lips against her skin that she threw her arms around his neck again, falling back onto the bed and pulling him down with her. Liam gladly let her take the lead, his enormous body covering her own. Flesh to flesh, touch to touch, it was a magical moment.
His seeking lips found her mouth again and he resumed kissing her with more passion than he could express. The hand on her ribs moved to her left breast and she emitted a soft groan as she felt his hand against her bosom. Like the most natural of actions, his hand enclosed her breast and he squeezed gently, fondling her. Cambria groaned again when she realized how good it felt.
The sounds coming out of her mouth were setting Liam on fire. He couldn’t seem to kiss her enough, taste her enough, and the hand on her breast grew bolder. He slipped his fingers along the neckline, trying to pull it away somehow, but the shift didn’t have much give and he had no patience for it. As their kissesincreased in intensity, he took hold of the top of her neckline and ripped it in half in one swift, clean motion.
Cambria gasped with surprise as the shift fell away and her naked torso was exposed underneath. Liam’s mouth was on her cleavage before she could take another breath, and before she realized what he was doing, he took a pink nipple in his mouth and latched on furiously.
That nearly brought Cambria off the bed.
Clutching the coverlet beneath her as if that could keep her sane, she cried out softly as his hot, wet mouth pulled her nipple into a hard little pellet. He had somehow managed to wedge himself in between her legs at that point, his heated body overwhelming her, and Cambria was consumed with him. He was finally touching her, as a husband touches a wife, and she was enjoying every second of it.
She wanted more.
Liam paused long enough to yank his breeches off before collapsing back against her, his mouth returning to her breasts. Her flesh was sweet and delicious and he nursed hungrily, first one and then the other, leaving her flesh wet with his saliva. Her entire chest area was wet with his saliva, and it further inflamed him as he feasted on her flesh.
He’d never been so wildly aroused in his entire life.
But there was more.
He wanted to taste everything.
From where he was, he could smell the delicious, musky scent of her woman’s center, and his mouth left her breasts, trailing down her torso until he came to the thatch of dark hair between her legs. Grasping her buttocks with both hands, he descended on the sweet pink folds with gusto.
He feasted.
Cambria had to shove her hands into her mouth, stifling a cry of passion that would have surely raised the roof, as Liam puthis face between her legs. If there had been any words of protest, they died on her lips when she quickly realized how marvelous it felt. His tongue was stroking her, and he was grunting softly with every lap of the tongue as he became acquainted with her in the most intimate way possible. He thought it would be enough to satisfy him, at least for a little while, but it wasn’t.
He needed all of her.
All he could think of was joining his body to hers at that point. He’d shown her what pleasure was like. Now he was going to show her what ecstasy was like. When he realized she had opened her legs wide to him, waiting for that innate act of mating to take place, he knew that the time had come.
