Page 45 of The Werewolf Cowboy
He reached out and fingered a lock of her long hair. “I blindfolded you and carried you in my arms. I sang a song and talked to you until I went hoarse.”
“‘Smile,’” she whispered. “‘Smile’ by Nat King Cole. No wonder I adore that song. I remember it well. I remember feeling cherished and protected. I remember how you kept swearing you’d never let anything happen to me.”
“Kept that promise, too,” he said fiercely. “But I had to return to the Dark Kingdom, and my pack, until I came of age. And then I returned to the Skin world when I turned twenty-one and came into my powers. Traveled all over, stopped by the ranch in the guise of buying a horse to check on you.”
“But you came back to Montana to live.”
“Bought the spread next to Mitchell’s soon as I heard it was for sale. I worried that when you got legal you’d explore your powers and find everything confusing. Kept watching you, hoping those powers would never manifest, ’cause other Lupines wouldn’t understand, and might get scared. Even kick you out of the pack.”
He slid a caressing hand over her cheek, stroked a thumb over her soft skin. “Never intended this to happen, Katy, darling. I only wanted to watch over you, make sure you were okay. And then you turned twenty-one and drove me mad with the wanting. I’m not a good wolf. I’m dark, and in the Skin world, dark turns feral real fast.”
Trembling beneath his touch, he could smell her arousal, taste her desire in the air. Damn, he was fast losing control. His hand shook as he stroked her cheek.
Katy slid closer to him, her eyes huge. “I’m like you. A dark wolf. What do you want from me, Grayson?”
Unsmiling, he pointed to the bedroom. “Get in my bed.”
Grayson wanted her badly. No romance, sweet words or flowers. Only hard lust and need.
He’d said nothing more, only took her hand and tugged her into the bedroom, and then he stripped.
Nude, Grayson faced her. Sweat slicked his muscled flesh, and from its nest of ebony hair, his shaft sprung out, thick and erect.
Ready to mate.
She felt no fear. Nothing but fascination and a burning desire to surrender to the lust simmering inside her since she’d turned twenty-one, and let him take her, fiercely or not.
“I’m not a nice man, Katy. Not a nice wolf, neither.” His glittering gaze held hers, kept it captive. “I’ve held onto my control by a thin thread only because I waited for you to realize the truth about yourself, and who you really are. Now you know.”
Katy took a step forward, driven by her own arousal to this Lupine. Approached him until she could see his pupils widen, could smell the sex oozing out of his pores. Rich and dark and spicy, it made her pant with her own need.
She’d heard male Lupines using the scent lure to coax women into their beds, but never experienced it. Grayson’s scent stroked between her legs, making her limbs loose and pliant.
Making her wet and slick for him.
“I want to take you hard and fast, fill you with my seed.” He fisted a hand in her hair, but she felt no pain. Felt nothing but this burning need clawing at her.
“I want to fill your belly with my seed, watch you as you grow round with my child. Be at your side when you birth him, and then watch you suckle our son, and then I’ll get another one in you. I want to fuck you and never let you out of bed. Make you scream with need and pleasure until you beg me for mercy. And then when you’re limp and sated, I’ll let you rest and start all over again. You’re in my blood and bones, Katy, and stamped into my heart.”
Now she could see the wildness in his eyes, the pulse jumping in his throat. “Fighting for you has heated my blood, thickened me with the urge to mate with you, sweetheart. We’re not gentle wolves. We’re damn beasts. But I’ll always take care of you. Your needs come first. A male protects his female, and services her so her sexual needs are always met, and there’s no way you’d ever seek another’s bed because you’ll be too damn worn out from all the hard loving I plan for you.”
He stepped back, watching her. Waiting for her to make the next move. Katy undressed. When her clothing hit the wood floor, she let her hungry gaze travel down the length of his tall frame. He was magnificent, all hard flesh and muscle.
She looked at his shaft. His penis, erect and thick, became impossibly larger. How could she ever fit that large shaft inside her? Katy shivered with anticipation and slight fear.
Grayson looked straight at her. “I’ll fit nice and snug, Katy. You were made for this, made for me.”
And then she was in his arms, and he was kissing her, sweeping his tongue inside her mouth. Grayson swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. He kissed his way down her naked body, dipped his tongue into the tiny indent of her navel, all the while his hands caressed her.
Pushing apart her trembling thighs with his strong hands, he gently parted the wet cleft of her sex, inhaling the tangy scent of female arousal. Grayson licked her dampness, evoking a low moan from her. She arched as he traced his tongue slowly across her soaked, wanting cleft. When he gave her clit a slow, delicate kiss, she nearly came undone.
When his mouth encased it and he began flicking it with tiny, expert licks, she screamed. It was too much, the pleasure threatening to tear her asunder. But his hands firmly held her legs open as he swirled his tongue over her clit and then suckled it deeply. She cried out from the erotic torment, her body tightening as each time she came close to climaxing, he sensed it and slowed down.
Making it last, drawing it out, teasing and commanding her response with each slow and then faster stroke of his tongue. Finally he increased the tempo. Clutching his thick hair, crying out his name, she exploded in a shattering climax, feeling a warm gush of her body’s release.
He kissed her slowly and kept kissing, tasting her moisture as she shakily fell back onto the mattress. Pure male satisfaction gleamed in his gaze when at last he slid over her. Grayson captured her wrists in his hands, pinning her down.
Katy spread her legs and tensed, waiting.
