Her Wanted Wolf (23 page)

Cool air flowed over her exposed flesh. Her clit throbbed. Aimee’s labial
folds burgeoned, achy with need for him. Dewy moisture seeped from in her cleft
in preparation for his penetration.

She nestled her butt against his pelvis and he aligned his torso with her
back. Micah reached down and nudged his cock’s crown into her wet slit. With
erotic deliberation, he slid his rotund head over her tissues with skill and
tenderness. Aimee’s humid flesh twitched with hungry anticipation. His
trembling fingers on her hips, his harsh pants, and his heart beating against
her back revealed he was affected as much as she was.

The scent of their need filled the small cabin.

“Now, Micah, please.” He pushed the mushroom-shaped knob of his tool into
her and set his teeth on her mate’s mark.

She writhed, bombarded by a surfeit of sensations, with Micah’s mouth on
her shoulder, suckling, his erection plunging and retreating from her receptive
depths. Aimee’s agonized gasps slipped through her lips to mingle with his
labored grunts.

Micah grasped one of Aimee’s breasts, tweaked her nipple, and rolled it
out to a rigid nub. He curved his arm around her hip and found her clit at the
apex of her pussy, coated it with her fluids, and played her with feather-light
touches.

She was very aware of him. The scent he exuded, the pounding of his
heart, his taut muscles…and, most erotically, his stiffened shaft plunging into
her, as his heavy man sac slapped on her clit. Micah’s husky moans filled the
cabin, his thighs tensed on the back of hers, their bodies rocked in a sweet
synchronized dance. Her responses and receptiveness seem to inflame him.

Tremors shook his body each time Aimee hiked her hips higher up for him.
She clenched her muscles around him, and his hand tightened on her butt with
each moan she let out.

Caught in a prolonged spasm, her channel milked his driving hardness.

Micah spewed life-creating semen at the mouth of her womb. Aimee moaned.

The kernel of their cub was planted.

Flushed by sheer happiness, Aimee abandoned herself to the blinding
sensations, which overwhelmed her senses and accepted all he gave.

They slumped on the bed, still connected. His pants played with the hair
on the nape of her neck.

“You are mine,” Micah rumbled, the satisfaction in his voice putting a
grin on her face.

“Yes, I am.” And that’s all that mattered to her in this singular moment
she’d treasure for the rest of her life.

Chapter Seventeen

A pervading sense of not being where she should be jerked Sabine out of a
light doze. Wary by nature, she eased open her eyes to narrow slits to orient
herself to her surroundings.

A soft sigh slipped from her lips when she recognized the room Drew
carried her to the night before. Pale light filtered through the layers of
sheer drapery covering the floor to ceiling windows on the far wall. It was a
new day and Sabine was still tired. What little sleep she’d got had been more
restless than restful.

She sniffed the air to find Drew. A whiff of something acrid clouded his
beguiling fragrance. The amount of his spoor in the air multiplied which meant
he drew closer. Sabine’s senses came alive. The nerve endings in the tips of
her breasts tingled with anticipation, her sheath moistened and tightened
involuntarily.

The fragrance that was uniquely him haunted her, even in the depths of
slumber. Surreal dreams of their bodies entwined had her twisting restlessly
throughout the short night.

Drew entered the room dressed in a pair of loose pants, which hung low on
his hips. His damp hair was combed back from his face and stray tendrils curled
over his shoulders.

Sabine’s attention was drawn to the muscles working fluidly in his torso
as he walked toward her. She visually mapped the hard ridges downward until her
gaze settled on his groin, concealed by his clothing. Realizing he’d stopped
moving, her head jerked up to meet his amused stare.

A hot flush heated her skin.

“Good morning.” He lowered his gaze to the taut peaks of her breasts and
the flare in his eyes translated into a warm caress over her skin.

Sabine clamped her thighs together. It did little to stifle the fragrance
of her desire for him.

He held out the cup to her. “Coffee?”

For want of something better to do, she accepted the cup and took a sip.
The bitter brew coated her tongue. Sabine gagged and shoved the cup back into
his hand. “What are you trying to do to, poison me?”

“What are you talking about? This is Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee. It’s
the best, not like espresso.” He set the mug on the night table, sat down on
the edge of the bed, and turned to her. “You were restless last night, and
why’d you pretend you were sleeping when I pulled you into my arms?”

He didn’t miss a thing. To avoid his probing scrutiny, Sabine got up on
her knees and moved across the wide expanse of the bed.

Drew’s grip on her ankle pulled her to a stop.

She jerked her leg for him to release her, but he took hold of her other
ankle and flipped her over onto her back. Her eyes widened when Drew held her
by the thighs, pulled her forward and lowered his body until their groins
connected. The thin barrier of his pants did little to disguise the hardness of
his male member. She’d seen him nude more often than dressed, yet she found the
sight of his attributes concealed by the thin layer of cloth arousing.

Sabine gulped and looked up. There was no possible way to misunderstand
what he had on his mind.

Face to face, he’d see the pleasure she took in his touch, how much she
wanted him, how easily he made her vulnerable.

Their coupling, driven by the basic drive to mate, would be full of
emotional pitfalls. Each time he touched her, she gave him a part of herself
and her resolve to leave weakened. She was afraid of the passion he evoked in
her.

Drew bent down and pressed a kiss between her breasts. “Now, how about we
pick up from where we left off last night.”

The pressure of his lips made a shambles of her rationale. “It’s daytime.
We can’t do this now. The timing is off.” Sabine pushed at his shoulders, not
with a lot of force.

“Anytime is the right time, honey,” Drew’s reply came out muffled from
where his face rested between her breasts. Sabine felt his lips curve into a
smile on her skin.

A shudder rippled down her body as Drew lapped his way up to cover the
peak of her breast with his warm mouth. Wet heat and sharp suctioning pressure
sent undulating waves of ecstasy downward to settle at her crotch. Drew
literally wrapped his tongue around her nipple and suckled on the bud. The tugging
was both painful and gratifying.

“Can we check on my family first?” Sabine stuttered, grasping for a
lifeline before she succumbed to the pleasure induced by his lingual dexterity.

“They’re fine. I called down to check on them. Balthazar slept well last
night and the women of my pack are getting your family sorted out. Some are on
their way to get fitted for clothes. Food, shelter, already arranged. Did I
miss anything?” He slid down, nipped the skin over her navel, and suckled on
the bunched nerves below it, which she never realized she had there.

“Well I supposed it can wait then.” A breathless reply was all she could
manage.

Drew alternated soft kisses on her belly with tugging nips. “Oh, it
definitely can.”

His warm hands cupped her breasts, her eyes fluttered shut, and tactile
fingers sought and found her nipples. Drew caught them between his thumbs and
forefingers. She stiffened when he applied pressure.

“Are you still nervous after what we shared last night?” He studied her
from beneath his lowered lids. It made it hard to read his expression. “I
thought we’d taken care of that.”

Sabine licked her lips to moisten them. Oh, she still remembered last
night, she couldn’t believe her wanton behavior. “Why don’t we shift? We won’t
need to go through all this touching and stuff. We’ll be done in no time.”

“But I like all this touching and stuff.” He showed her how much by
skimming his hand over her breasts, down her torso and legs.

His lips twisted in a grimace of distaste. “Besides, I rarely make love in
were form.”

“Why not? It’s the core of what we are.”

“Hell, honey, it’s a matter of personal preference. Besides, you’re a
virgin. Were or no were, you deserve to be taken with care and tenderness.” He
caressed the delicate skin on her inner thighs. “I can promise you it’s more
pleasurable this way. That is not to say the beast in me won’t be a part of our
mating. It’s always with us, isn’t it?”

Drew reared up above her. He settled his crotch into the apex of her
thighs. “Sabine, do you know how many nerves are in a human body?”

She shook her head.

“Why don’t you lay there and let me make each and every one sing.”

“You can’t possibly…” The breath in her throat hiccupped when he pressed
the steely length of his penis against her slit, brushing it over her clit
through the thin layer of his pants.

Drew grinned down at her. “Oh, but I can, really.” His smile vanished
when moisture seeped from her and dampened the material separating their
genitals.

She flushed and his face tightened into a mask of pure carnality. Eyes
hot with desire, jaw clenched, he stared down at her as if she were his prey.

Sabine gaped at him. “You are so full of yourself.”

“Actually, you’ll be full of me quite soon.” He lowered his head and
nipped her full lower lip. “I’m trying to make this as easy for you as I can.
Would you work with me a little here? The were in you will rush toward
completion, but hold on to the woman for a while and revel in every new
experience to extend our loving.” Drew kissed her neck and slid his tongue’s
raspy surface over her heated skin. The caress plunged her into a maelstrom of
sensations. Everywhere he caressed became sensitized to his merest touch, sharp
luscious pleasure rippled through Sabine, turning her into a weak needy mass.

Sabine flung her head back and clutched at the only solid thing in her
spinning world, his body. She offered the entire length of her neck to his
mouth, craving his mouth on her skin. He licked and lapped at her flesh,
sending wave after wave of flickering bliss up her neck to her brain and down
her body.

He said he’d make her sing; he did. She writhed under his mouth and
hands. Like an unopened bud, she unfurled to the tune he played.

“Yes, like that. Let it all go.”

Drew was right. She understood the primal part her nature better than the
complexities of making love in human form. Her were half was ready to mate and
his touch made it impossible to maintain a balance.

Roused by the heated musky smell exuded by the man-wolf she was about to
take as her lover, she relinquished her misplaced pride and all her
inhibitions. Sabine gave her wild untamed side free rein.

Threading a hand through his hair, she pulled his mouth to hers.

To taste him fully, she suckled on his tongue as he’d done to her. She
tasted the bitter coffee he’d sipped and the masculine spiciness that was the
essence of him. The combination teased her palate. All Drew. All hers, her
mate.

Sabine caressed him of her own volition for the first time. She touched
his flat male nipples with the intention to tantalize him as much as he’d done
to her. Exploring further, she ran her hand over his shoulder and curled her
hand around the thick column of his neck. As she caressed the most vulnerable
spot on a were’s body, he quaked under her touch.

Wanting to learn what he liked, she trailed her fingers delicately over
the rim of his ear, down his neck and chest. Elated, he was as enthralled with
her touch as she was with his. Sabine slipped her other hand beneath the
waistband of his trousers and cupped his bare rear end. Sabine kneaded his
butt, Drew grunted and his hips arched reflexively. Encouraged, Sabine touched
him everywhere her hands could reach.

To her surprise, it gave her pleasure just to touch him. Her claws slid
out from her fingertips. She raked them lightly down the skin on his back and
smirked when he ground his pelvis against hers.

The characteristics of the alpha wolf in Drew drifted across his face.
His eyes lit with the rings that marked him as a were, and his lips pulled back
over lethally extended fangs. He buried his nose into the crook of her neck.
Ardent possessive growls rumbled up from his chest.

Sabine quivered when the raspy length of his tongue swirled over her
flesh. The tips of his fangs clamped into her neck for one fraught moment
before he released her. Drew reared back and shook his head. “Don’t do anything
to entice the wolf to come out,” he bit out tautly. “You have no idea how much
keeping my word to you is costing me.”

Yes, Sabine recognized the strain he was under, but how could she not
touch him? Wanting his mark on her to satisfy her inner were had become a
raging need that her whole being demanded.

Drew’s thighs widened to spread her legs further. Sabine eased her hips
forward, seeking more of him. She loved the weight of his body on hers. The
straining muscles in his legs wedging hers apart, the bulk of his cock wedged
between her folds and the way the silky cloth of his pants glided over her clit
made her tremble.

A gasp escaped from her when he pulled back and lowered his head to
suckle on the tight nub atop her breast.

“Now, take me now.” With an inborn instinct, she slid her thighs up to
widen the juncture between her thighs.

Sabine offered herself to Drew, freely, without reservations. No pride-filled
barriers, or duty-driven demands came between them. Just a were and his mate. A
man and woman who wanted each other in this moment, that was all that mattered.