“They’re in my room, catching up on sleep. Believe me, we don’t want the twins sleep-deprived. It’s not a pretty sight.”
“Your eyes glow in the dark.”
Calian cocked his head, or at least she assumed he did because the glint of golden eyes changed position. “Really? No one has mentioned that before. Do I look scary?”
“No. You smell nice.”
Calian made a sniffing sound. “Do I?”
“I can smell the outdoors. You know the scent that fills your lungs when you’re walking through a forest. Kind of clean and fresh.” So going with instinct, it was.
Calian kissed her neck and sucked a fraction. “Can you go back to sleep?”
“Not likely. I’ll doze and drift into nightmares.” It seemed much easier confessing the truth when darkness clung to the room. Generally, she avoided discussions of the memories that crowded her mind and jumped out at her in the small hours. On the odd occasion, the recollections took her by surprise and made a daylight appearance—usually when a specific noise triggered her. Thankfully, she hadn’t suffered through one of those episodes for months.
“Sounds unpleasant.” His hand coasted down her bare arm in a rhythmic stroke.
“Yes.” How many times could Hunter die? Her other friends and acquaintances from her army days. Over and over. That’s how many times. Countless. Endless. Pointless. The blood and gore… A shudder raced through her. A tiny gasp escaped.
“You’re thinking too hard,” Calian murmured next to her ear. He nipped at her earlobe, the jolt of sensation jerking her mind from its well-worn path.
In the next instant, his mouth claimed hers. No getting-to-know-you kiss from Calian. He dived right in, dominating her mouth, mastering her with skilled lips and a talented tongue. All Renee could do was grip his powerful shoulders and hold on tight. An intense burst of heat roared down her body. Liquid arousal gathered at her pussy while her head whirled with the pace of his sensual attack.
His big hands wandered her body while he consumed her mouth. Their tongues tangled, then he gentled the kiss, and it turned sweet as well as hot. He parted their lips and trailed kisses down her throat. Like his brothers, he seemed to enjoy nipping, and she winced when his teeth dug into the fleshy part where neck and shoulder met. Without warning, the pain of the bite receded, and a raft of enjoyment prickled in her breasts. Every part of her body ignited with heat that led directly to her clit.
A moan escaped her, and she arched her body. Her thighs clamped together to assuage the savage need building, building, building.
He lifted his head and licked, his tongue velvet smooth against the tender flesh.
“Aw, sweetheart,” he whispered. “You make me crazy.” He separated their bodies and took her hand. Seconds later, her fingers landed on his erection. His cock wept with his arousal while the smooth shaft glided beneath her palm.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “I’ll never sleep now.”
He hesitated, and she wondered if her explicit demand had shocked him. The truth—some men talked a good game, but they were big prudes at heart. Then, before she formed a question, he rolled away from her. A drawer opened, although how he could see in this pitch-black room, she had no idea.
“Don’t panic,” he whispered, humor coating his husky words. “Just grabbing a condom.”
Her ears told her of his competence and soon he wrapped his arms around her. She thought they’d do plain old missionary, but he flipped their bodies.
“Hands and knees,” he ordered.
She found herself obeying the stern note in his voice, and soon she knelt on all fours in front of him. Instead of diving into the main act, he kissed and teased her body. He licked the bumps of her spine, his lips warm and playful. He caressed and tormented her breasts and nipples, alternatively using hard and soft strokes. Finally, he parted her legs and strummed her folds, manipulating her clit but not giving her enough pressure to orgasm. He repeated the caresses, adding in variety to keep her off balance. A nip at her neck. A squeeze of her breast. A lick across her buttocks. A slide of a finger into her channel.
Renee quivered, riding the pleasure he dished out and letting her mind empty of everything else.
Calian explored to his heart’s content. She was too skinny, but they’d see she ate properly. In every other way, she was perfection. It was obvious she enjoyed sex, and she gave herself over to him, letting him explore her at will. Like his brothers, he hadn’t been able to resist marking her—not fully, but enough to let other shifters know she was unavailable. While their bite wouldn’t change her to a werewolf, the act of marking her had his wolf howling, singing inside his head with an alpha celebration.
“You’re so sexy, sweetheart. You make me want to howl.”
She snorted. “I doubt the guests in the neighboring rooms would approve.”
Calian smiled and dragged the tip of his cock along her slit. Impatience gnawed him, while his wolf continued his happy howl, eager to claim their mate in all ways. And none too soon. He’d noticed the polar bear males around town, observing Renee with interest.
Too late, bears.
Calian slipped inside her glorious heat. “Your pussy is amazing. Warm, cozy snugness.” He forged deeper until he could go no further. A harsh sound of animal enjoyment squeezed past his lips. He stilled, hoping his wolf hadn’t startled her.
“Move. Please move and give me relief.”
