Page 32 of Runaway Wolf
“Vixen,” he growled, his hands coming around to cup her ass.
He pulled her against him harder, and thrust a little to keep them pressed against each other fully.
“Gonna feel good naked,” she whispered, between kisses.
“Woman, I’m trying to go slow with you. You’re not making it easy.”
She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Fuck slow.” Then she nipped his earlobe gently. And whoa, what a reaction that got her.
His eyes glowed bright, the icy blue of his wolf, and a deep rumble broke from his chest. He stood suddenly, his hands still holding her butt, and strode to the bed.
Chapter Nine
“ARE YOU SURE?” she asked. “Your eyes are so blue. Are you in control of your wolf? He won’t bite?”
“Yes,” he rasped. “He’s here. But he knows turning you could kill you and he’d never want that. Kiss me, Cait.”
He cupped her face gently and lowered his mouth to hers, but didn’t touch. Instead, he hovered there, letting her choose.
She sealed her lips to his. He pressed against her mouth harder, and she gasped at how good it was. When his tongue brushed against hers, flames ignited inside her.
His hands were busy moving, lifting his shirt. He pulled away long enough to peel it over his head before merging his mouth with hers again. He rotated slightly, pushed his jeans down his legs, kicked off his shoes. Then his hands were right there on her clothes, and she was helping him, unsnapping her jeans, kicking off her shoes, unbuttoning her blouse and shoving it over her shoulders. He huffed a breath as he leaned back to look at her boobs, spilling over her thin lace bra. His palms hovered over her breasts and she could feel the warmth of him on her skin. Just as she was about to arch her back to thrust them into his touch, his fingers came around her back and unclasped her bra, sliding it off her body.
And did she feel exposed? Not at all. It felt perfectly natural and titillating and she couldn’t wait to explore everything that felt good with him.
“I want to lick you everywhere,” he growled. “Your neck. Your nipples. Your pussy.”
Those wonderful warm hands cupped her breasts and she melted. He massaged her reverently, so at odds with his dirty talk earlier, and she loved both sides of him.
He continued to kiss her as his thumbs stroked over her nipples and God, she was wet, so wet. She could feel her slickness between her thighs. He leaned her backward and his monstrous cock was right there, pressing against her belly. She rocked against it and sighed.
His hand delved between her legs and his finger brushed up her slit.
“Fuck. So wet. So ready,” he muttered, bringing it up to his mouth to suck. It was so erotic, watching him suck her taste from his fingers. Then he leaned down and licked her neck, right over the mark. Licked it, sucked it, kissed it, it felt warm and alive. Then he came back up to kiss her mouth.
“It worked. Can’t smell the mark anymore. Just my scent is covering you. If you want, we can stop. Just cuddle—”
“Don’t you dare!” she snarled.
He chuckled and moved down her neck to the center of her throat, where he licked a line straight down her body, until he got to the spot right between her boobs. He turned and sucked the tip of her right breast into his mouth. Warm, wet heat exploded from the spot and she basked in the pulling feel of his suck before he turned his attention to the left and kissed her other nipple, then gave it the same lavish attention.
And gosh, her breasts were so sensitive, she thought she could probably come from this alone.
But then the sexy man released her nipple with a pop, moved back to the front of her chest and continued licking andnibbling the line in the center of her body straight south. She started to squirm when he reached her belly button because his face was so close to her aching sex, but he didn’t even give her time to pause. He just kissed her there, right over it, and then pressed his face into the trimmed landing strip. He inhaled deeply, like he couldn’t get enough of her scent, and then used his hands to spread her legs up and open, gently bending her at the knees and spreading her into frog position. Before she could squawk at the awkwardness or anything, he continued to lick the trailing line right down her seam.
And gah! The sensation. The warmth, the explosion of feeling. The tip of his tongue delved between her sensitive pussy lips and her hips bucked uncontrollably. He used his shoulder to keep her left thigh in place, kept her right thigh in place with his right hand, and then brought his left hand up to press down on her pubic bone, holding her still for the onslaught of his mouth.
And boy, he was relentless. He ate her like he was starved for her, licking and sucking and toying with her clit until she was coming, exploding on his tongue when he snaked it inside and used his thumb to press on that sensitive bundle of nerves.
Her orgasm ricocheted, exploding from deep within her passage, connecting to where his hand pressed down on her mound, from the clit under his thumb, and spreading throughout her entire body.
God, this woman was beautiful when she came.
Her skin glowed and her cheeks flushed pink as she quivered, thrashing in the throes of her orgasm. Her taste still tingled on his tongue and his cock was rock-hard like a fucking steel rod.
She had the prettiest little pussy he’d ever seen. Eating it had been a treat, but he wanted to plow into it, to slice through the swollen flesh smooth as butter. She would envelop him, he’d bet. Cushion his cock and make him fight to withdraw from the pillowy slickness.
“Can you do my wolf a favor?” he gritted. “I’d like to face you when we come. But if you would let me first take you from behind—”
