Comes Now the Wicked Woodsman (18 page)

"A thousand percent," I mused. "So we can at least agree that he's being overly cautious."

Pushing up on one arm, he curled a palm against my cheek and kissed me tenderly.

"Baby, I don't want you getting hurt again. I can't lose you. I'm over the day you are."

A fist-sized lump formed in my throat.

"I just want your hand on my bare skin. Please. You're not going to hurt me."

He blinked and I knew I'd won. Still propping himself up, his free hand slowly unthreaded the buttons on my nightgown. Down he went, stopping when he finished the one just above my belly button.

He started to reach in with the same hand, but I stopped him.

"I want you to lay on the other side."

Braeden studied my face, his gaze suspicious.

"Jeez," I joked. "I didn't suddenly turn into Mata Hari or the director of the CIA. It'll just be more comfortable for me and I'll get to feel more of you. I read somewhere how touch can increase the amount of oxytocin in the body and how that aids regeneration."

His head tilted to one side, his gaze further narrowing.

"Seriously!" I smacked a fist against the mattress. "Look it up some time. They call it the bliss hormone. It reduces cortisol, lowers blood pressure..."

"Next you're going to say you need me to sex you back to feeling better."

I grinned, lips pursing in an unsuccessful attempt at suppressing a smile.

"Well, naturally," I conceded. "Except you are being all kinds of obstinate about it."

"Fine, love." He slid off the bed and walked around to the other side. "I'll lay over here."

Before settling next to me, he eased the front of my nightgown open as wide as it would go. Wearing a t-shirt because the furnace was blasting to keep me warm, he placed his bare arm against my chest and his palm over top of the fading bullet wound, his energy gently pulsing.

"How's that?"

"Okay, but now my nipple hurts...like really, really bad."

Growling, he nipped at my ear, but his hand slid lower to cup my breast. He thumbed at the swollen tip then kissed where he had just lightly bit me.

"I can feel the oxytocin flowing already," I chirped. "How about a little zap of alpha to go with it."

Lifting his head, he stared at me, gaze as wide as it would go and his thick lips slightly parted. "Seriously, baby girl?"

I lifted an inquisitive brow. "Are you telling me you never gave a little zap when you were intimate with a woman?"

He shook his head.

I wormed my hand up and grasped at the collar of his t-shirt. "Listen carefully. I don't want you to hold back on me. My ability to feel you like this could be gone tomorrow."

Surrendering, Braeden pressed his lips to my neck just as a small jolt of his alpha energy traveled from his finger to the tip of my nipples.

I sucked a hard breath in, my hand covering his so he wouldn't pull back with worry that he had harmed me.

"You need to undo the rest of the buttons," I squeaked.

Chuckling, he slid down my body, pushing the blankets covering me out of the way. His fingers made quick work of unfastening the remaining buttons. With his assistance, I eased my arms out of the gown's sleeves, my eyes locked on his as he draped his body over me and I curled my good arm around his shoulders to drag him down for a kiss.

"I'm not glass. I won't break."

Piercing green eyes expressed his incredulity.

"Just kiss me, already!"

A grin broke across his face and then his mouth covered mine.

He gnawed slow and soft at my lips, tugging the bottom one up, grazing the skin as it reached its maximum extension and began to slide through his teeth. When my lips were swollen from the teasing and he had me squirming impatiently, his tongue soothed the flesh before slipping inside my mouth, licking at my upper palate as a groan rumbled through his broad chest.

"I think I've finally found religion," he teased, breaking the kiss and settling onto his haunches. Fingers that buzzed with energy trailed from my collarbone down to my hips. "And this is my altar."

Lord save me, even his sacrilege was sexy.

"You're going to get us both in trouble," I laughed, the sound warping into a whimpering moan as his body slid back and his head descended to take communion.

His tongue took a long, hard swipe from the gate of my wet pussy all the way up to the top of my clit, spreading the juices that had already wept from me just from his proximity.

"Let's see what these fingers can do when I'm really trying to impress you."

"Okay," I squeaked, my pussy already fluttering with the need to release, my pain absent or at least forgotten.

His middle finger rubbed lightly up and down my clit, the finger along each side holding my labia back. Tingles shot through the swollen membrane of skin, the sensation reminding me of playing pinball one summer at the docks, my body still wet from a swim in the lake.

My head bobbled against the pillows as I tried to lift it and melt into a puddle of sensations at the same time.

"You're impressing me." I squeezed the words out between gasping breaths in. "You've got no idea how much."

Chuckling, he brought his mouth forward, both hands holding me open and his tongue extended. His energy flowed through both palms into my plump labia and then the tip of his tongue curled inside the hood of my clit to pushing at the little pearl hiding inside.

My hips bucked, cream gushing from me to ooze thickly down my perineum. The world vibrated around us and I felt like I was plummeting through time.

His eyes drifted shut and then he began to feast on my pussy in earnest, his mouth covering the sensitive spine while three splayed fingers penetrated inside me.

I clawed at the sheets, every muscle tensing so I wouldn't levitate both of our bodies off the bed. That mouth -- that wicked, wicked mouth and all the other deliciously wicked parts of him -- had me on the verge of unraveling.

The fingers dragged inside me, his energy pushed into me wherever our skin made contact. Twisting, dragging, buzzing as he devoured the line of my clit, my hips lifted higher as another climax slammed through me.

"I want you in me," I begged but he kept gnawing and sucking, thrusting and dragging. Almost out of my mind with pleasure, I somehow reached down and grabbed a handful of his beard.

"In me, now," I growled.

He lifted his head and my injured arm shot down, all the pain and weakness completely gone, at least while I was intoxicated by my mate.

Seizing his ears, I pulled him up the bed.

"I don't hurt," I said, cupping his face. "I want you in me, taking your pleasure."

No longer holding back, Braeden thrust into me, filling me in one forward stab with his massive cock, the fat head battering through the aroused and swollen tissue.

Letting a little of his weight settle onto me, he groaned.

"I love you," he rasped. "It has always been you."

I nodded, too choked up to echoes his words, but stroking lightly at his face.

His body molded to mine, arms cradling me as his hips began to rock up and down. The rocking turned to grinding, his cock remaining buried deep inside me, my body contracting around every inch of the thick shaft.

He bit at my neck, licked the spot, his tongue and every other spot we touched pushing his energy into me, pleasure filling every cell in my body, its weight almost crushing.

I locked my thighs against his hips, lifting and grinding with him, wishing I could push the same energy, same pleasure, back through him and complete the circuit.

Our bodies raced toward completion.

We kissed and bit, my nails clawing at his back as my pussy coiled around him and trembled with my release. His cock vibrated, its entire length buzzing with energy, and then it jerked, pumping thick, sticky streams of his come inside me until his cream overflowed and squeezed out around the tight seal of our bodies.

Slowly he pulled out, his gaze almost guilty.

"I promise, I don't hurt."

He settled onto his side, his arm curling against my breasts and his palm resting open against the bullet wound. His fingers brushed the spot and then he lifted his head and stared.

"It's gone," he said, his face wide in surprise. "That's...not possible."

I wiggled the shoulder, a smile growing on my face.

With a man like Braeden, with the love he had poured into me, anything was possible.

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