Page 100 of Wolf's Bane
“Nice room,” he said, not taking his eyes off Solenne.
“Specially prepared for us.”
A wedding night suit had been set up in a disused bedroom at the far end of the house, far away from the bedrooms in use. The room smelled of lemon furniture polish and dust.
Lips clashed. Hands grasped. Robes were discarded. Skin pressed against skin. Solenne backed across the room until she bumped into the bed. She pulled him down on top of her. The bed squeaked unforgivingly.
She buried her face against his neck and laughed. “Oh, for goodness’ sake, listen to that.” She shifted, the bed groaned in complaint. “I don’t think anyone’s actually slept in this bed in a decade.”
“I didn’t plan on sleeping tonight.”
He hauled her to her feet, lips and tongues tangling to make his point. Her fingers twisted in his hair and pushed against him, driving him backward until he slammed against the wardrobe, rattling the wood against the plaster walls. “Careful,” he said, earning him a growl from his wife.
His wife.
The thread connecting them vibrated, golden and joyous. He felt her want, her hunger. The stolen kisses behind closed doors, the brush of hands, had only stoked his appetite.
“I can’t believe I’ve waited for you,” he said in a low, thick tone.
“Not for my lack of trying to seduce you.” Her eyes sparkled.
His fingers twisted in her hair, pulling the silken locks tight until her head tilted back. “Temptress.”
“Please don’t make me wait, Alek. I’m tired of waiting.”
Every point their bodies touched sparked with an energy unlike any he had ever experienced. It sang in his blood. Strengthened him. Gave him sustenance. She gave him sustenance.
With a fluid motion, he lifted Solenne and carried her to the bed. She bounced on the mattress, her laughter easy and playful. Scrambling back, her dark hair tumbled around her shoulders. He pushed her down onto the mattress and loomed above her.
Hot, feverous kisses led to caresses and nibbles and licks. She gasped, pleading. He flipped her over, shoulders pressed down.
“You look so pretty on display for me,” he said, brushing a finger over her damp curls. She whimpered and positioned her legs slightly wider. “And no one’s ever appreciated this view.”
His anchor. His mate. His love.
The steady thump of her heart grounded him even as the electricity of their bond coursed through him.
“Please, Alek.”
“Such pretty pleading.” He pushed a finger in her hot, slick channel. She groaned, then pushed back. Carefully, he worked her open and added a second finger. “Are you ready for me, wife?”
“Yes, please. I’m ready,” she gasped. Her hips bucked, as if to make her point.
“Patience,” he said, then licked his fingers clean. The taste of her, musky, sweet and luscious, burst on his tongue.
More. The beast would not wait.
Climbing onto the bed, he positioned himself behind her, his cock already dripping. Slowly, he pushed in. Wet and unbelievably hot, her channel wrapped around his cock like a sheath, like she was made for him.
She gasped at the intrusion. He paused, stroking her back. “Are you well?”
“Yes, it’s just…an odd sensation.”
“Good or bad?” He caressed the round globes of her ass, perfectly shaped for his hands.
“Good. Yes, good.”
He gave a short thrust and felt her quiver around him. “Good. So good,” he growled, his mouth crowded with teeth.
