Page 50 of The Werewolf Cowboy
Grayson gave a curt nod, and ushered Katy up the stairs to the last door on the right. He opened the door to a bedroom with a large four-poster bed. Grayson opened the French doors leading to the balcony. Then he waved a hand and his clothing vanished.
Not having enough control yet over her powers to do the same, she fumbled with her own clothing. It rustled, and then dropped to the floor. She stood before him totally nude, her nipples rigid from arousal and the air’s chill.
Warmth surrounded her as Grayson pulled her into his arms. She buried her face against his chest and wept. He rocked her against him as he stroked her hair. It felt so good to be held.
His warmth felt wonderful. Katy ran her fingers over his broad shoulders, testing the tensile muscles. Her palms drifted lower, skimming his chest. He was hard, not a spare ounce of flesh on him.
Grayson made a low, strangled sound as her hand went lower to explore his sex. He cupped her face and captured her mouth. His kiss was gentle, as if he cherished tasting her lips. Then he coaxed her mouth open and began sensually stroking inside with his tongue. White-hot heat raced through her.
She moaned, clutching his broad shoulders. Damn, the wolf knew how to kiss.
Never had she wanted a man more, to feel his hard body sliding over hers, surging inside her. No one had ever cared for her like this. She craved his closeness, yearned to intimately join with him.
When he pulled away, she made a sound of disappointment. Grayson rested his forehead against hers. “Katy,” he murmured. “Am I a heartless bastard?”
“No, you’re not,” she said breathlessly.
The smoldering intensity burning in his blue eyes made her shiver.
“Touch me, Grayson,” she begged.
A shiver of anticipation raced through her as he skimmed his hands down her naked body. Palming her breasts, he gently squeezed, his thumbs rubbing over her hardened nipples. His mouth enclosed one. Clutching him to her, she cried out as he suckled, his tongue rasping skillfully over the tight bud. The delicious scent of male arousal filled the air.
Somehow they made it to the bed, kissing and touching each other.
As she fell back onto the mattress, he slid her to the edge, knelt on the floor and spread her legs open wide.
He put his mouth on her. Katy cried out in pleasured shock. His tongue delved between the wet folds of her cleft, licking slowly. He growled softly as she writhed at each fiery stroke. Arching off the mattress she felt her entire body grow rigid as stone as the sensations built higher and higher. The sweet tension shattered as she screamed.
“Now,” he said, his hard, fierce gaze meeting hers.
Grayson mounted her, his hips settling between her outstretched, trembling legs. Still slightly sore from their previous sex, the shock of his thick penis pushing into her made her cry out. Katy stared into his glittering gaze. He pushed forward, his penis like a hot, iron bar stretching her sensitive inner tissues. Then he thrust deep, and slid all the way inside.
They were sealed together now, melded from hip to breast. Katy gulped down a trembling breath, feeling as if he stroked into her very soul. Bracing his weight on his hands, he lay still, as if accustoming her to the feel of him inside her. Impatiently, she wriggled her hips in nameless acceptance. She hooked her legs around his hips, urged him to move.
He began to slowly thrust. Silky hairs on his chest rasped against her sensitive nipples. She wound her arms around his neck, urging him forward, drinking in each sensation of being intimately joined with Grayson. Katy reveled in the feel of this powerful Lupine’s body sliding over hers, filling her completely.
Grayson stroked against her sensitive core in such a way that the pleasure began mounting once more. He twisted, and the sensation wrung another sharp cry of pleasure from her as she climaxed. Above her he stiffened, then groaned her name as his big body bucked and shuddered. She felt the wet warmth of his seed spurt into her, sending her shuddering with tiny aftershocks.
With a murmured sigh, he collapsed atop her. His heavy weight pressed her into the mattress. She stroked his arms, feeling the muscles jump as he panted into her pillow.
A few minutes later, he slid out of her, rolling and taking her with him, protectively tucking her into the crook of his shoulder. She read the tender possessiveness of the gesture, as if he knew she needed to be held after the intensity of giving her body to him.
“I’ve wanted you for months now, Katy,” he said quietly. “I could only hope you wanted me as much.”
“I do,” she whispered.
Katy tunneled her fingers through the damp hairs on his chest, puzzling over the incredible sensation of being filled with light.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms. Katy dreamed of a dark forest, filled with horrid flashes of light and screams so piercing they made her weep. Crying out, she woke up, shaking badly. Instantly he was awake, soothing her.
He searched her face. “What was it? A bad dream, sweetheart?”
Trembling she shook her head. “I don’t think so. I think…it was a memory.”
More silence. She reached deep inside for the memory that finally started to surface, and it made her choke back a sob. Trees, blackened, their limbs shattered from the energy hurled at them in a vicious fight. The scorched earth…her parents’ bodies…
Now, she finally remembered what Cedric had forced her to forget. What Grayson never wanted her to recall.
