A Wolf's Fate (A BBW Shapeshifter Romance): The Holiday Ball Read Online Free PDF Page B

me like you did before.”
    Biting her lower lip, she trailed her hands along his massive chest, naturally dark, hard, and bulging with muscle. She stroked her fingers over the tempting flesh. He had the perfect amount of hair. The silky pelt hugged the patterns of solid muscle and bones. Autumn quivered as she swirled her hands over him, smiling as the chocolate brown nipples hardened beneath her touch. She flicked one with a nail before tracing the line of his collarbone. Next, she ran the palm of her hands over his shoulders and down his bare arms.
    He gripped her waist, his hands hard talons of strength against her soft flesh as she explored him. He watched her with his eyes half shut, that slumberous expression that was so damn sexy on a man. It made a woman think he was waiting to pounce.
    “Oh, I am, baby. I am. Touch me some more.”
    She was no longer surprised that he could read her thoughts.
    She continued to pet him, stroking him lightly from his shoulders to his chest, down his abdomen. His stomach was rock hard with ridges of muscles that Autumn wanted to drop to her knees in taste. With every slide of her hand she got closer to the waist of his pants until she was just barely sinking her fingers inside, teasing him with feminine foreplay.
    “More.” He grunted just the one word, but she knew what he wanted. What she wanted to give him. With the next pass, she wedged her hand between their stomachs and worked it into his tux pants. The soft fabric of his underwear prevented skin-to-skin contact. She was strangely disappointed that he didn’t go commando. But she didn’t let that stop her. Closing her fingers around his length through the fabric, she gasped at the size of his cock. He jumped against the palm of her hand. She stroked him over the underwear, up and down. The shaft was oh, so, very hard. He was so hot and full it made her mouth water.
    “Take it out,” he ordered.
    Grabbing the button of his slacks, she worked it loose. She reached inside and pushed down the front of his underwear. His hard cock sprang free, jutting through the opening made by his zipper. She encircled him with her hand just below the purple head.
    “Stroke it.”
    With a movement that made them both shiver, she stroked him from the base to the tip. Her hand continued to move up and down, in a slow pumping motion. Drops of pre-cum escaped and she rubbed it around the head of his cock and down the shaft. She continued to pump him, varying the speed of her touch.
    “Fuck.” He humped into her hand, his hold on her waist a biting pain as she destroyed his control.
    As Autumn stroked, she stood on tiptoes until she could take the lobe of his ear between her teeth. She bit down, a hard sharp nip that sent a shiver of want down his spine. He clenched his teeth, trying to control the urge to shoot his load right then and there. Her touch was addictive and he wanted nothing more than have her soft little hand stroke him to satisfaction.
    Later. Maybe later. She gave a sharp twist of her wrist that had his wolf panting with need. Definitely later.
    He drew her hand away. “Now it’s my turn.”
    He let go of her waist and slowly raised his hands until he could cup her breasts, drawing out the anticipation. He groaned with appreciation when the sinful weight filled his palms. His thumbs scraped over the tips, making them harden under her dress and bra. She thrust forward, arching into his touch. Her obvious delight brought a gleam of pure male fire to his eyes, turning them more gold than brown.
    He unbuttoned the bodice of her dress and slowly turned the material aside as if opening a much-anticipated Christmas present. Between the edges of the fabric, his finger traced a line of sensation from her throat to the valley between her breasts. With hard movements he shoved the soft green fabric down to her elbows, trapping her arms.
    He smiled wickedly and brushed his knuckles along the fine lacework that edged the red satin bra