Her Wanted Wolf (21 page)

She heard his breath hitch, a second before his lips brushed over her
buttocks. Sabine let out a hiss through her clenched teeth when Drew licked the
water off the cheeks of her ass. Drew sank his teeth into one rear cheek before
he swiped his tongue over where he’d bitten her to soothe the slight ache. He
licked and nibbled his way over each cheek. At the nip, her knees threatened to
buckle. Wherever his long tongue swiped, her skin ignited. His long tactile
fingers slipped between her thighs, eased gently through her folds and danced
over her flesh. She widened her stance and he slipped deeper into her cleft,
creating havoc and bliss with each caress.

“What are you doing to me?” Her question came out in a sandpapery croak.

Drew chuckled darkly. “If you’re asking, I’m not doing it right.” He slid
his hands up her legs. Her body’s tangy perfume mixed with the steamy water
filled the small enclosure.

Sabine pivoted on her heel and took his head between her hands. Panting,
her voice trembled. “You’re only doing this to torture me, aren’t you?”

“Oh, that hasn’t started yet,” he replied hoarsely. He stuck out his
stiffened tongue and flicked it deliberately over the nubbin at the apex of her
slit. Sabine’s knees buckled, and Drew stood up and caught her against him.
“And just so you know, your back is just as pretty as your front.”

Her lips twitched and she pushed him away to wash the soap from her hair
and body.

Drew took in every move she made as he combed his fingers through the
hair that cupped his skull in a sleek mane. The strong bones in his face stood
out. The firm masculine lines of his mouth were a temptation, and the emotional
depth in his expression unnerved her more than she cared to admit.

The steamy room, his nearness, and the fact that he seemed more naked in
this unfamiliar environment heightened her awareness of him as a man. It was
hard not to appreciate the width of his shoulders, or the hard ridges of the
muscles in his torso. Her eyes dropped to his groin and heat flooded her face.

His fully erect member confirmed Drew’s arousal. Sabine closed her eyes
and hurriedly finished her ablutions.

Sabine jumped when his shaft brushed her thigh as he reached past her to
retrieve something on the shelf behind her.

“I’m clean enough.” She rinsed out the washcloth and slapped it on the
shelf. Sabine stepped from the shower of water, grabbed a towel and wrapped it
around her body. Twice as large and three times as soft as the threadbare
squares she used to dry herself with before, Sabine cocooned herself in the towel’s
softness. Looking over at Drew, she let out a strangled grasp.

His sun-bronzed body glistening under the water, Drew worked sudsy foam
over his muscles. He scrubbed his chest absently, swiping the bar of soap over
his taut pectorals and abdominals.

Sabine’s eyes tracked the direction of his hands as they moved lower. Her
mouth dried out when he started to cleanse his groin. He washed the dark growth
of hair and ran soap over the length of his member. It lengthened and hardened
under his hands. Baring the rotund crown, he slid his thumb over the satiny
knob, his frame growing rigid. Drew released his shaft with a rasping grunt.

She gulped audibly. Drew’s head jerked up and their eyes met. The gaze he
fixed on her was heated with a primitive hunger.

He stepped out from under the water. Drew wrapped a towel around his hips
and picked up an apparatus which resembled a strange gun. He pointed it at her.

She scrambled away from him. The ripple of her instinctive change into a
wolf aborted when he turned the thing on. The tinny whine and the blast of hot
air ripped a yelp from her.

He frowned at her, perplexed, but his brow cleared with understanding,
“Ahh, sorry, I’m just going to use this to dry your hair. I don’t want you to
go to bed with it wet. Come on, it’ll relax you.” He picked up a brush, turning
her to face the mirrored wall and began to brush her hair in long sweeps.

This, she imagined, would be the first in a long string of humiliations
she’d have to endure. Too shamed-faced to protest, Sabine withstood his
ministrations in silence.

The rhythmic strokes against her scalp soon eased her agitation. She
relaxed enough to close her eyes.

The ambient heat from Drew’s body infiltrated her musings. She gravitated
toward it, until her back brushed against his torso.

He put aside his tools. Drew brushed the damp veil of her hair from her
back and bared the nape of her neck. He kissed the sensitive area. The
gentleness of the caress shook her. Sabine stood before him, her head bent,
feeling utterly vulnerable.

If that wasn’t a gesture of submission, she didn’t know what was. Sabine
waited for Drew to clamp his teeth into her flesh and take what she
unconsciously offered. The pads of his thumbs kneaded the tension-knotted
muscles in her shoulders until they began to ease.

He ran his fingers from her shoulders down the length of her arms, gentle
as a puff of air. A shiver of pleasure skittered down her spine. There had been
very little gentleness in her life, and to receive it from a man who by his own
words was a hard man was even more evocative.

Sabine lifted her head and their eyes met in the mirror. His gaze held
full understanding of what was emerging between them. Hers was clouded with
uncertainty.

Drew slid his hand down her torso to her belly. The weight of his palm
stopped the nervous quivers.

“Will you let me pleasure you?” The husky question was full of hunger.

How could she deny him or herself when she shared the same yearning?

The warm bulk of his body pressed against hers, awakening a need in her,
one she had to fulfill. The wolf in her fought to give in to the primal need to
mate. She understood her body’s wants, but her pride wouldn’t allow her to
bend.

“I’m not sure. I’m ready but…”

“Relax Sabine. You’re so tense. I won’t mark you. I won’t do anything
without your full consent.” Drew scooped her up and stalked into his bedroom.
“Consider this a step in getting more attuned each other, as mates should be.”

“And you think sex will accomplish that?” She squirmed in his arms, but not
with discomfort. He made her feel feminine, delicate.

His lips twitched. “Well, it couldn’t hurt.” Drew settled her in the
middle of the vast expanse of the bed and lay on her, pinning her beneath him.
The silky smoothness of the bedding against her back contrasted to the hair-roughened
hardness of his body.

Sabine’s taut, aching nipples pressed against his chest. The bulk of his
penis rested in the juncture between her thighs. Hell’s bells, he was huge. It
twitched with a life of its own. With a gulp, she closed her eyes, excited and
apprehensive all at once.

“Now I’m absolutely sure I’m not ready for this.” The denial came out in
a tortured whisper.

“Yes, you are. I’m still the same man you embraced earlier when Jules
pricked your pride, and whom you staked your claim on as your mate. Take some
pride in being my mate, Sabine. Let me put my spoor on you. Give me that at
least, since you won’t let me put my mark on you.” A teasing grin tugged at his
lips. “They might think I’ve lost interest in sex and I can’t mount my mate.” He
chuckled down into her face when she glared up at him. “There is no place for
pride in our bedroom. You can’t ignore the attraction between us.” He leaned
down and captured her mouth with his.

Drew slid his tongue over the soft tissues of her inner lip, caught the
tip of her tongue and suckled it with the greed of a cub at a milk-filled
nipple.

She slipped her tongue from the sweet seductive suction of his mouth.
“You…” Sabine floundered as the remnants of her resistance dissolved when he
nipped the curve of her jaw line. His canines grazed her delicate flesh. A deep
growl rumbled up from his chest. There was nothing remotely human in the sound.

Possessive and primal.

It was a call to mate, and the she-wolf in her preened and her legs
spread involuntarily, inviting him to take her. The bouquet of her fragrance
filled the room. It was all hers, calling to him. Drew’s body tensed above her,
and the teasing grin slid from his face.

Racked by a shudder, Sabine moaned, “Go ahead—do it and get it over
with.”

Drew’s brows flew up, then his eyes narrowed with irritation for a moment
before they cleared away to leave an expression that made her a little wary.

He slid a little way down her body, took her hand in his and bit each
fingertip. Every nip a reprimand, yet it sent spirals of pleasure up her arm
and through her body.

Drew’s face was on the same level with her breasts; he cradled one mound
in his hand and laved the crinkled area around her nipple with a worshipful
fervor. He used his teeth and mouth to nip and suckle the pressure into a
delicious tugging ache.

Sabine moved her legs up to hug his hips and she curved her hand around
his head to hold him in place. She’d never felt anything like this. Her body
was on fire. The sweet suction he used to pull on the nub telegraphed down to
her clitoris. Sabine arched off the bed to rub her mound against his groin, an
achy need spreading through her, melting any residual resistance.

Drew released her nipple and cool air wafted over the damp bud in a
whisper of a caress. Bereft at the loss of the tugging heat of his mouth on
her, Sabine reached for Drew to get him to resume his suckling.

Drew’s clever mouth landed on her nipples again to stoke the fire he’d
ignited in her pussy. He captured her hands and held them over her head, kissed
the full curve of her breast and nuzzled the underside of it. She heard him
inhale sharply; dragging in the scent of her.

Releasing her wrists, he feverishly kissed his way down her torso,
rubbing his face into her belly. His trembling hands slid down her body,
molding her curves as if he mapped them.

Burying his face in the hair on her mound, Drew slid his hands under her
hips, lifted her and slipped a pillow under them. With her pelvis elevated, her
thighs splayed and the lips of her vagina parted. Because of her position, she
was his for the taking.

The moment had come. He was going to mount her. Finally.

She glanced down and swallowed.

His cock, hugely erect, swung heavily between his straining thighs. The
ruddy crown seeped pre-cum. Its scent caused the tissues in her channel to pulse
with a little apprehension and a lot of anticipation.

Sabine let out a soft gasp when Drew slung her legs over his shoulders
and raked his teeth over the delicate skin on her inner thigh. The sting caused
a gush of fluid to trickle from her sheath into the damp seam between her
buttocks. The feather-light incremental dribble caressed the clenched muscles
there, eliciting a moan from her.

She levered herself up onto her elbows. “What are you doing? I thought we
were going to consummate our mating?”

Drew lifted his head and a wickedly carnal grin spread across his face.
It was as if he knew this wonderful secret she had no knowledge of, but would
soon learn all about.

“Oh, there is sex, Sabine, and then there is
sex
.” He blew warm
air over her clitoris.

The act drew a mewl from her, and she writhed with restless need on the
silky bed. “Oh, that’s nice.”

Chuckling, he dipped his head and pressed a kiss on the sparse platinum
hair on her mons. Then he speared his tongue into her slit. This delicious
invasion hit her like static electricity.

Sabine’s fingers curled into the linen beneath her.

Drew caught her labial folds between his lips and licked them. The nerve
endings in her cleft sizzled and snapped. Her clit grew full with blood and
ached for attention.

The scent she exuded changed subtlety from a lure to the aroma of full
arousal. Sabine couldn’t deny how he made her feel. There was no turning back
now, and she embraced her fate.

“Pleaaase more…” The plea slipped out between her harried pants. His
thick tongue flicked over her pearl, and Sabine heaved her hips up and down
against his greedy mouth.

“You like that? Let’s see if we can do better.” The words mumbled against
her groin sent vibrations rippling through her responsive vagina.

“Take me, take me now,” she demanded, wanting what he promised, what she
was entitled to.

“Babe, you have to learn a few things. Lesson number one. You should lie back
and enjoy. Some things shouldn’t be rushed.” He cradled her derrière, spreading
her wider to control her writhing hips.

A spear of flesh plunged into her untried sheath. Small jolts of bliss
skittered up from Sabine’s cleft and spread through the rest of her body.

Drew stroked and lapped her inner tissues with an agile skill and an
intuitive sensitivity. Sabine ground her slit against his voracious mouth with
a tortured mewl, and he greedily suckled on her.

No matter how much she thrashed about, he wouldn’t allow her to break the
connection between her spasming flesh and his mouth.

Goose bumps popped up on Sabine’s skin, her breasts grew heavy, and a
coiled pressure began to build in her belly.

Needing to touch Drew, she threaded her fingers into his hair.

Drew curled his tongue around her clitoris and eased a finger into her
sheath, followed by another. Probing and petting, he worked them in and out of
her. Sabine rocked her hips back and forth in unison with them to ease her
aching flesh.

He brought her closer and closer to completion. She bucked and heaved
under his sensual onslaught. When he palpated a spot high up inside her,
she
exploded into starbursts of bliss. Her body was racked by a seemingly never-ending
series of tremors. Sabine screamed her first release under her mate’s hands.

She slumped back onto the bed. Her pants echoed harshly through the room.
She looked down at Drew. She’d assumed she’d see an I-told-you-so look on his
face, but what she saw froze her where she lay.