Page 47 of A Wolf's Treasure
His cock strained to break free of his jeans. And with a low growl, he hooked his finger on the neckline of her shirt and pulled her to him.
Chapter 16
Ryanne stumbled into Duncan’s arms, only to be lifted from the floor and slammed against the wall, one of his large hands cradling her head and the other digging into the round cheek of her ass. The hair on the back of her head tightened on her skull as he gripped it in his fist, tugging it loose from her ponytail until curls tumbled around her shoulders. Glowing green eyes roamed her face, memorizing her features.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, waiting for him to kiss her. But he didn’t.
“Are you going to kiss me again?”
“Maybe,” he told her. “But right now, I just want tae look at ye.”
She fought back a smile. “Okay. Are you going to do that with our clothes on or off?”
His gaze burned its way down to the opening of her shirt and back. “Off,” he decided. “Take off yer shirt, Ryanne.”
Pulse racing at this new confident Duncan, she did as he told her, and it wasn’t as awkward as she would’ve thought with him still holding her against the wall. But only because he was so damn strong. Ryanne was not the “wee lass” he seemed to think she was. She was what humans would call “plus size”, with the breasts, stomach, hips, and ass of a Renaissance woman. A figure shifters appeared to prefer, however, from what she’d seen.
She was glad she’d decided to forego a bra this time, what with all the layers she was wearing and all, and as she dropped her hoodie on the floor and then pulled off her long-sleeved shirt, the possessive look on Duncan’s face as he stared at her bared breasts was hotter than any sex talk she’d ever heard. And she’d heard quite a bit.
But it was the deep growl that rumbled over her bare skin that tightened the muscles in her lower belly and caused a desire to swell and surge, demanding something be done about it. Ryanne rolled her hips, arching her back, bringing her swollen nipples closer to his mouth.
Suddenly, her back was no longer against the door and they were moving. Things crashed to the floor and Ryanne was laid out on something cold and hard. Looking around, she found herself spread out across the kitchen counter like a buffet. Her boots were pulled from her feet and dropped to the floor. Her jeans and underwear quickly followed. The flow of air from the vent above cooled her heated skin as her knees were pushed apart, and soft kisses were pressed to her inner thigh. Ryanne moaned and lifted her arms above her head, giving him permission to do as he would.
It was quite obvious that this timeheneeded to be in control.
Perhaps she should insist he record a video on his phone. Then whenever he started second guessing what had happened, he could just watch the video.
The sound of his voice chased away the idea. “I’ve dreamed o’ doing this,” he rumbled between her legs. “For so verra long. Since th’ first time I seen ye.”
Large hands gripped her hips and she felt his tongue, warm and wet, lick between the folds of her womanhood, findingthatspot. The one that made her forget everything but what was happening in that moment and how it was making her feel. Ryanne moaned, and tried to lift her hips to help, but he held her firm.
Every once in a while, he would emit a low growl, much like a predator did while devouring its prey.
Ryanne could do nothing but ride the waves of desire he was creating as they rose higher and higher, her entire body trembling with the need for release. Faster and faster the waves came, building upon each other until everything tightened on a surge so strong it was almost painful. Gritting her teeth to keep from crying out, she came on his tongue as he pulled her hips up off the counter so he could taste her more fully.
She was still riding out the last of it when she felt him pushing to be inside. Her muscles tightened around him, and Duncan groaned.
As he filled her, Ryanne kept her eyes closed, worried he would see how much he affected her and fall into that horrible abyss again. Afraid she wouldn’t be able to pull him out this time.
Slitting her eyes open only just enough to watch him, she was oh, so very glad she had.
Her shifter loomed over her like a sculpture come to life. A fine sheen of sweat covered his olive toned skin. Every muscle sharp and defined as he moved within her, all the way down the ridges of his stomach and the slight “V” at his hips.
“Duncan.” His name was a sigh on her lips as that heavy ache returned to her womb. And as he slid in and out of her body, that ache grew until she was gripping the edges of the counter above her head.
“Look at me,” he growled. “I need tae see ye.”
Ryanne froze, afraid, even as she shook with need.
“Ryanne.” The warning in his tone was impossible to miss.
“I’m afraid,” she whispered.
His movements slowed, and she felt the heavy weight of him come over her as one hand brushed tendrils of hair from her face. “Open yer eyes, lass. I want tae see ye when I come inside o’ ye.” With slow, lazy strokes, he kept the fire burning inside of her. “Look at me, Ryanne.”
She moaned at the sound of her name leaving his lips. Slowly, she blinked her eyes open in the bright light coming from the living room.
For a horrifying moment, she thought she’d made a horrible mistake.
