“It takes courage. And that’s something you’ve got by the bucket-load even though you don’t think you do.”
She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. He was surprised, but he wasn’t so stupid he didn’t know what to do.
He kissed her back and began a slow massage of her shoulders. He gradually moved lower until he was caressing her bottom and pressing her against his growing arousal.
I want to do this.Her voice in his head sounded rich and needy. Her lemon-lavender scent rose and flooded his brain with all kinds of wolf-endorphins. The potion she’d taken had enhanced her scent as well.
He felt his cheeks elongate, and fur rise on his face and the backs of his hands. While still holding her firm against him, he lifted his right hand and drew back just enough to stroke her face with his fur.
She gasped and turned into his hand to bury her nose.Your wolf scent, Braden. It’s getting to me.Her body rolled against his.
He picked her up and carried her to the thick pile of furs. She’d been here often. He could smell her scent everywhere.
He laid her out on the makeshift bed and settled himself on top of her. He ran his fingers through her curls. “You spend time here, don’t you?”
“I have a terrible confession.”
“What’s that?”
“I’d always come here after you and I would meet at my candle shop. I couldn’t help myself. I used to think it was because you were so handsome or that I needed the distraction. Now I know it was always so much more than that.”
He ground his hips against her. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I am. I imagined being with you while I touched myself. I was always so aroused by the time you left my store.”
He thought for a moment. “And I always thought what I was smelling was the candles, but it was you, wasn’t it? I’ll confess as well. I would return to my hotel room and get in the shower. I took my time with my fist. Did you take your time?”
“I did. But now we’re here. Together.” She caressed his face and drove her nails against his fur. His lips pulled back. She touched his fangs. “But I have to say, this is so much better. Your heavy body pressing against mine.” She grabbed his arms. “And all this muscle. Braden, you need to bite me and bite me hard.”
Those words brought a growl from his throat. Her eyes flared. He pushed at the side of her face until she rolled her head. He opened his jaw wide and took as much of her vulnerable throat in his mouth as he could.
She whimpered and wrapped her legs around him.Braden, I need you inside me.
He used his hand to guide his cock. She tilted her hips which helped him find her opening. Given the sounds she was making, he wasn’t surprised he slid right in and it was heaven.
He knew he belonged here and he belonged to her. She had a distance to go yet, but he was all in. She was what he needed, what would ease forever the loss of his wife. Maeve was his alpha-mate and he’d wait for her as long as he needed to. He’d also do everything he could to warm up her affection for him.
Still holding her throat tight, he began to thrust into her. He set a strong rhythm. They were both close and once he initiated the marking process, it wouldn’t take long.
Then suddenly, he began to see images in his head, an arousing image that trailed from her mind to his.
It’s the potion, Braden. This is for you. I understand it now.
The images were of Maeve, but in wolf-form, with a reddish-brown coat. She was racing through the pine forest of Savage. He was chasing her, also on all fours.
He didn’t know how she was doing it, but he could feel the rough ground beneath his paws. He could smell her wolf scent combined with the ever-erotic lavender and lemon. His cock grew hard, like flint. His balls tingled.
But he needed to bring the female wolf down, hard. She needed to know he was her master.
She ran faster. He put on more speed. He thrust into Maeve at the same time, his hips like a steam engine. He heard her moaning heavily.
In the images within his mind, he closed the distance. Maeve’s reddish tail was only inches away. With a quick boost, he launched through the air at her and landed on her back.
Maeve moaned heavily.I can feel you Braden. I can feel you on top of me. Your teeth are in the back of my neck. You’re entering me. Oh, God. Braden.
He heard her shout her pleasure and as he entered her like a wolf, he began to pulse. Ecstasy tore through his cock, he released her throat and rose up roaring. The images still played of him releasing into Maeve in wolf-form. He loved her fur, her scent, everything.
Time swirled through his head. He was in her burrow, he was in the forest. He was in a new world of their making.
