your dreams?”
She inhaled sharply then narrowed her eyes at him. “No,” she whispered.
Liar. But her lie didn’t matter. Now was all that mattered.
“Good. Then that makes me the first.” He took her breasts in his hands, delighting in the sensation of her hard buds against his palms. He pressed his lips to hers, nibbling, sucking, and held back the urge to lower himself to suck her other lips. She made soft, yearning sounds and her struggles stopped.
Moving to her side, he made short work of her boots and jeans, the unveiling showing a lacy, red thong underneath. He growled, the animal inside clawing to have his way with her. Kneeling over her, he gripped the lacy material in his teeth and tugged, ripping them away. As far as he was concerned, she’d never wear underwear again.
He paused, taking the time to remember her as she looked the first time in her new bed. Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight, and he could imagine the beautiful wolf she would become. But that was for later. Right now, he had to take her as a man.
He stripped, shucking his boots and clothes then tossing them to the floor. She watched him, silent, but he sensed no fear. When her gaze slid lower, he waited, wanting to see the approval in her face. She didn’t disappoint him and even favored him with a quick lick of her lips. The hot, spicy scent of lust drifted off her to ease into him and send the whirlwind in his abdomen into a faster spin.
He swore under his breath and vowed to make her dreams a reality.
He came to her, then slid the back of his fingers along her side and over the soft mound of her stomach. Giving her the reverence she deserved, he slipped his finger between her legs and watched the flame of desire flare in her eyes. He found her pussy, warm and inviting, and rubbed his finger over her clit. She gasped and jerked, tugging at her bonds again even as she opened her legs wider.
“You’re so wet.”
He stroked her, fighting against his urge to push her legs farther apart and shove his cock inside her. Rubbing her clit, he watched as her breathing quickened, her eyes glazed over, and her mouth opened. She clenched and unclenched her hands, trying to reach him.
He rubbed her, circling her clit then taking it prisoner between two fingers. She threw her head to the side, back and forth in an unheard scream. Keeping the rhythm going on her tender nub, he leaned over and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She watched him as he swept his tongue over each nipple, nibbling and sucking until each one glistened with his saliva. He gave her clit another long, slow, torturous circle, and she arched against him. She closed her legs around his hand.
“What do you want me to do, Sara? Tell me. I want you to have what you need.”
She licked her lips in answer then, opening her legs wider than before, gave him her quiet permission. Her pink, swollen folds sparkled with the evidence of her lust, and he knew she was no unwilling victim. He swallowed, already tasting her nectar, and he couldn’t help but smile.
Lying between her legs, he drew in her scent, letting the pure smell of woman tingle his senses. She was sweeter than all his dreams of her and he couldn’t wait another second to taste her. He pushed her pussy lips apart and slid his tongue over her clit. She cried out, her body bucking under the slight touch.
But he was done being tender. If he didn’t give into his needs soon, he would burst. Wrapping his arm around her leg to hold her to him, he reached up and fondled her breast, then pressed his mouth to her pussy and sucked like a man dying of thirst. She cried out, bucking against him, bucking for him.
He swept his tongue around her pussy lips, needing to drink all of her tastes. She was his lifeline now, the one he’d longed to have for so many years, the one the pack needed to thrive. He flattened his tongue against her clit and added a finger to her pussy. Her vaginal walls took hold, tightening around him.