“I’d love some, thanks.” He stalked her, his towel tented in just the right place. “I’m told lycans have powerful tongues.” He fingered the front of his towel, loosening the fastening.
She couldn’t look away.Don’t do it, you bastard.
He dropped the towel.
She salivated. “Wolves do too.”
He met her lunge and gave her the out-of-control kiss she wanted.
She nipped his tongue, licked inside his mouth, and kissed him back when he growled and pulled her tighter into his embrace. Then his knee was between her legs, his fingers unfastening her jeans. He guided her hand to his cock, and she gripped him, enthused at his girth.
He rambled in German, thrusting into her fist while her jeans parted and his hand found its way between her thighs.
“You smell so good,” he murmured and licked her neck, nibbling but not biting her throat.
The passionate teething set her on edge. His fingers took her over, her orgasm surging and cresting before she’d been ready to experience it.
Her grip automatically tightened around him, and then Kraft wrapped his own large hand around hers. “Lift your shirt,” he ordered, his voice thick, and stared into her eyes as both of them jerked him off. “Going to come,” he managed and groaned, spattering her belly.
Still lost to the lust surging between them, she did something stupid. Riley brought him down to her for a kiss and deliberately nicked her tongue on his fang. The coppery taste had them both excited once more, and she tilted her head to give him access to her throat.
Submissive, ready to receive.
She smelled wolf and vampire, a pungent scent of aroused male, a worthy mate...
Kraft thrust through her fist and slid against her belly, coming all over again, marking her, it felt like. After a moment, he stepped back, a soft snarl on his lips, his eyes wild as he stared at her in shock. And anger.
Trembling, not sure what the hell had just happened while still aroused and needing, Riley ceded her confusion to the beast inside her and shifted.
Kraft blinkedat the berserker pacing back and forth in his bedroom, the scent of sex and frustrated female heavy on the air. He tried to calm his racing heart, aware something more than sex had just happened but not sure what.
“Riley?”
She made the most beautiful direwolf, her giant beast’s fur in so many shades of gray, black, and speckles of white. Her eyes were a startling blue against the beast’s darker coloring, her teeth and claws sharp, deadly.
His heart ached just watching her, a feeling so strange yet powerful making it difficult to make sense of what he continued to experience. He had no name for his odd emotions, but he knew he didn’t want to be parted from Riley until he could clearly assess them.
He rubbed his heart, hoping this sensation wouldn’t turn into weakness. Nachzehrers didn’t deal with frailty well. Er, at all.
She tilted her head, watching him not with caution, but with befuddlement.
“I know. I don’t understand it either. But my body doesn’t seem to care.”
They both glanced at his erection. Then the direwolf jumped up on his bed, curled up, and closed her eyes.
Kraft followed suit, shifting into his wolf and enlarging it, to match her size before joining the direwolf in bed.
She opened an eye to look at him and, seeing him furry, closed it and sighed.
Kraft laid against her, spine to spine, both curled up, their tails tucked over their snouts. The closeness with a female not kin felt pure, and Kraft let his lids close for just a moment, savoring the sense of having come home.
* * *
Riley yawnedand stretched after opening her eyes. A warm body pressed against her. A warm, naked,humanbody. She blinked against the darkness, realized she too was in her human form, though dressed, and listened to the slowly beating heart beneath her ear.
The smell of him, crisp and spicy, came to her. Kraft. So easily recognized.
Baffled at how she could have fallen asleep next to a vampire, she slowly pulled back, stopping anytime he seemed to tense. His kind killed for fun, and she’d all but had sex with him. Moon and night, what waswrongwith her?
