Page 8 of Wolves in Lust

His breath tickled her ear, warm, almost too hot. He blew air on her chest, and then she felt his teeth scrape as he bit the lace of her bra—God was she glad she wore her best one tonight—and pulled down. Her breast popped free. He did the same with the other side. The cold air inside his hotel room made her already stiff nipples even tighter.

She went to move her hands, but he gripped her wrists. “No, no, no,” he said in his deep bass of a voice. “You don’t get to touch until you’re naked.”

“Well, hurry it up already.”

“Oh, no, my she-wolf. I’m going to take my time with you.”

Misti squeezed her legs together.

He chuckled. Easily, he used his teeth to lower both of her bra straps down her shoulders, but that he managed to unhook her bra with his teeth impressed her. Just what else could he do with that mouth of his?

There was the sound of fabric slipping. Maybe he’d kicked her bra out of the way. Keeping her eyes closed only served to heighten her excitement. His thumbs rubbed over her nipples but only for a second. Then his tongue trailed a line down between her breasts to her navel and the edge of her skirt. His teeth made surprisingly quick work of her zipper, but the button proved too difficult. Unable to wait, she quickly flicked it open for him. Her skirt dropped to the ground.

“Uh, oh. You didn’t listen to me.”

“Don’t you like naughty girls?” Her eyes opened in time to see his sexy frown.

“Yes.” His kiss left her breathless. “And no.” His hand slapped her ass.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be.” Not caring if he would reprimand her for it or not, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He lifted her into the air, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Three long strides, and he dumped her onto the bed. Soft, almost too soft. She stretched like a cat and relished in the darkening of his eyes as he watched the way her body moved.

The werewolf hadn’t removed her panties yet. They were dripping wet. Misti squeezed her nipples, rolling them, pinching them, then eased one hand down her flat stomach. Her finger pushed her thong aside, and she found her clit. God, she was so horny and desperate.

He slapped her hand away. “That’s my job.”

“Then, get to work.” She arched her back.

The wolf kissed below and then above her thong. His teeth claimed it, and he lowered it inch by inch, but only to her knees. He left a trail of kisses up her thighs until he reached her sex. That her thong prevented her from stretching out her legs made it all the more desperate for him. His tongue, lips, fingers… it was all too much for her. He had hardly touched her when her orgasm burst out of her. She screamed.

“I knew you were a screamer.”

She lifted onto her elbow to look down at him, but he was already lowering her thong with his teeth more. Now, he left it at her ankles.

“Leave it there,” he instructed.

“Yes,” she whispered.

He slowly climbed onto the bed, on top of her, and with one firm thrust, he entered her. Being forced to keep her legs down and straight versus wrapping them around him made her walls cling to him all the more. He was so thick and long, filling her, and she rolled her hips, trying to get him inside her deeper every time he thrust.

“You like that?” he grunted.

“Give me more,” she said breathlessly.

Faster, harder, deeper, he plunged into her again and again. Already she could feel the tidal wave building, and she grabbed her nipples. She’d never had multiple orgasms before. Tonight, she had a feeling would change that.

He claimed her wrists and bound them with one hand above her head. His other hand returned to a breast, teasing her, yanking on the nipple while his teeth nibbled at the other one.

“More,” she gasped.

The wolf pulled out of her and snapped her thong off. He held the ruined piece of fabric up for her to see then dropped it onto the floor. Legs free, she lifted her hips higher up and wrapped them around his waist. His penis entered her farther than anyone else’s ever had, and she rocked her hips dangerously.

It wouldn’t be long now, she realized. She closed her eyes, focused on tightening around his girth, and the next few thrusts left her breathless and wanting.

Suddenly, he lunged forward, his chest crushing hers, his lips and tongue devouring her. One more deep plunge, and she was gone, moaning against him, arms wrapped around his neck. He continued to pump several more times, and she pressed one hand to the back of his head to deepen their kisses while her other hand scratched and then massaged his back.

He shuddered against her, pulling back slightly to moan. She lifted off the bed to claim his sound, to accept it, to take all he had to offer.