Page 93 of Wishing for a Werewolf
An echoing emptiness reverberates inside me, a need I can’t fully explain. “Please, Rune. Make me yours.”
His hands are amazingly gentle as he peels the shirt from me like he’s unwrapping the most precious present he’s ever received. Rune kisses my shoulder, my collarbone, the dip of my neck, his mouth so hot it makes me shiver.
“What are you doing?” I breathe out, my hands tangling in his long hair, holding him to me.
“Finding new freckles.” He kisses the upper slope of my breast, his fangs dragging along the edge of my bra.
“You don’t have to kiss every one.”
“Yes, I do.” His eyes flash gold.
Oh, god. I’m not going to survive this slow assault on my senses. The press of his lips, the flick of his tongue, the scrape of his beard and fangs—they all combine into the most delicious torture.
My shirt finally falls to the floor, leaving me in the laceyconfection of one of my favorite bras, the one that’s the same deep orange as my hair.
Rune nips at the lace covering my nipple, making me gasp. Then his hot mouth closes over the tip, sucking through the thin fabric until my knees go weak and his hands clutching my hips are the only things keeping me upright.
He slides down my stomach, teasing each freckle he finds. When he reaches the waist of my jeans, his tongue dips under the edge, licking a trail of fire across my stomach that shoots straight to my core, setting everything tingling. His fingers pop the button, the sound of the zipper the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
“I love you.” He inches the soft denim down my legs, kissing a freckle in the dip of my hip, another on my upper thigh. “I love you so much.”
Oh, god, this man is going to kill me with his wicked mouth and sweet words, though at least I’ll die happy.
His tongue laves over my inner knee, making me squirm, and his deep chuckle makes my heart skip, it’s so full of promise. The jeans finally pool around my ankles, and he carefully lifts each of my legs to pull them free, kissing the freckles that dust the tops of my feet.
When I stand before him in my burnt-orange lacey bra and panties, he sits back on his heels and looks at me, really looks at me. Then he meets my eyes, his shining with so much love it takes my breath away. “My fire, you’re so very beautiful.”
Rune leans forward and presses a kiss to the front triangle of my underwear, breathing deeply. “And you smelldivine.” His tongue flicks out, wetting the already damp lace covering my sensitive nub, and I moan, clutching at his hair as I tip over backward.
Strong arms catch me as effortlessly as they did that first day at the Wishing Well. He lays me across the bed and hovers over me, still fully dressed.
Time to do something about that. “I wish you were naked, with your clothes spread across my floor.”
Magic thrums through my body, coursing from everywhere we touch, and between one breath and the next, he’s naked. His gorgeous chest narrows to perfectly chiseled abs, and his strong thighs frame his gloriously large cock, already hard, with creamy fluid leaking from the tip.
“Handy use of your magic.” He raises an eyebrow, his lips twitching.
“I thought so. I want to find more ways to use it safely, and I gotta say this one’s my favorite so far.”
“You’d better use it to make your undergarments go away.” He teases a finger along the edge of my panties. “Or I can’t promise I won’t shred them.”
A little breathless, I wish my lingerie away, and it drops onto the pile of Rune’s clothes.
“My fire.” He glides a finger over my folds, finding me already wet. “I love how you burn for me.”
That clever finger circles my sensitive nub before plunging inside and curling up to touch the magical spot that makes me gasp. Another finger joins the first, and his thumb brushes over my clit with each stroke. Rune watches my face, studying my every reaction, and uses it to bring me right to the edge, my entire body tingling with need.
He pauses for a second, and I writhe against the sheets, mewing in protest.
Then he moves again, filling me with his fingers as his thumb presses down with the perfect amount of pressure.
Pleasure, hot and sharp, spirals outward from my clit to set my entire body alight, my back arching as I gasp.
Rune keeps moving, working me through my orgasm before slowing. I pull him down to me, needing to be closer to him, and he takes my mouth in a soul-stealing kiss, all lips and tongue and hunger.
My hands can’t stop touching him, the softness of his hair as it falls all around me, the width of his shoulders, the strong flex of his arm muscles as he continues to stroke my side. My foot hooks around the back of his thigh, pulling him all the way onto me, and as soon as his leaking cock glides over my stomach, I’m lost, his aphrodisiac seed making me burn anew.
“Oh, god.” My fingers knead at his neck, my back arching off the bed as I rub up against him. “Rune, I need you now!”
