Christ Mary, he wanted her.Wanted to bury his aching shaft into her creamy folds.But he forced himself to be slow.The poison of McCoy’s bites and scratches still laced his blood, made his control of the beast tenuous.He’d never had a problem containing his werewolf side—not in all the decades of his existence.But then, he hadn’t known Regan Thomas.The mystical power she wove over his body was far greater than the ancient power of his species.He wanted to bring her to climax after climax after screaming climax, but as a man.If he rushed now, he didn’t think he could keep control over what he was.And, even though it made his heart ache, he knew he still scared her.
So instead, he feathered his fingertips over her nipples, gently, reverently, worshipping their tight dusky-pink tips.Her breast grew rounder under his touch and Regan lifted her arms, placed her hands on his and pressed them harder to her flesh.Made him squeeze the swollen curves with his fingers.
Hot, hungry blood surged into his cock.His balls felt ready to rupture.
“Please, Declan…”
That soft plea.And his name.
Declan’s head swam with roaring desire.
“Please…”
Incapable of denying her—and himself—he lowered his mouth to one straining peak and drew it past his lips, past his teeth.
Regan arched beneath him, shoved her dampening pussy harder to his cock.“Yes.Oh, Goddamn it, yes.”
He suckled, the feel of her nipple on his tongue, against his teeth unlike any experience he’d had.The swell of her breast pushed gently on his cheeks, chin and nose and he dragged in a long breath, luxuriating in the musky, slightly saliferous scent of her flesh.She’d done little but run since he’d come into her life and the perspiration of that physical exertion still slicked her skin, making the velvet surface sweet and salty at once.The contradiction drove him wild.He closed his hand harder on her breasts, sucking greedily at one peak as his fingers pulled and pinched and twisted the other.
Regan writhed, her nails sinking into his hands for a painful second before she moved them to his shoulders.“Jesus Christ, that’s good.”
Frenzied lust almost overwhelmed him.He ravaged her nipple, gnawed it between his teeth.Pulled the distended nub of flesh deeper into his mouth and suckled on its glorious form.She moaned and thrashed beneath him, scoring savage lines up into his hair with her nails, forcing his head harder to her breast.
The wordless demand sent fresh blood pumping into his shaft and he bucked against the spread junction of her thighs, hungering for greater contact.
“Christ, oh, Christ…” The exclamation dissolved into hitching, breathless moans.“Fuck.It feels so good.”
The cry was like liquid fire on Declan’s control.He shoved his hips forward, needing to feel the heat of her sex on his cock like never before.Dragging his mouth from her breast, he bowed his back, her nails scoring lines over his flesh as he thrust at her pussy with an urgency he couldn’t ignore or deny.“Christ, Regan.What have you done to me?”
She didn’t answer.Instead, she cupped her breasts in her hands, kneading them in unison with the frantic pounding of his heart.
The sight tore a growl from Declan’s chest.He leapt to his feet, grabbed the waistline of her shorts and ripped them from her hips.
Her feet fell back to the floor before her shorts did, her thighs spreading to reveal the glistening cleft of her sex.Dropping to his knees, Declan curled his fingers around her hips, yanked her down the chaise and plunged his tongue into her sex.
“Fuck.Oh, fuck.Yes.”
He heard Regan pound her fist into the cushions, felt her body quiver as he drove his tongue first past the sodden folds of her sex and then over the hidden button of her clit.She bucked against his mouth, thighs spreading further open, cries punching the air.He captured the nub with his teeth, suckled its tiny form.She rammed her sex harder to his mouth, fingers knotting in his hair.
Raking his nails over her hips, he squeezed her ass, kneading the toned muscles of each cheek until his fingers worked their way to the tight hole of her rectum.He circled it with the pad of his right finger, his already engorged cock growing stiffer at the keening moan slipping from Regan’s throat.A wave of lust crashed over him.She would let him sink his finger into that puckered hole, but he wouldn’t.Not yet.
With a control he didn’t believe he had, he slid his hands from her ass and found her drenched pussy instead.He tongued her clit faster, shifting his head slightly and sinking his middle finger into her.
The constriction of her creamy, slick muscles closing around his flesh almost made his cock spurt there and then.
“Oh, myGod!”
Regan’s raw cry filled the room.Declan lapped at the juices oozing from her sex, drowning in the taste of her desire.His cock, so flooded with blood its skin felt ready to tear, pushed the cool material of his borrowed boxer shorts.Blindly he reached for it.Pushing his free hand past the boxer’s elasticized waistline, he wrapped his fingers around the venous, aching length of his shaft.Pre-come leaked from the head, slicked his stretched skin.He pumped his tight fist once, twice, knowing he was dangerously close to the precipice of a climax more forceful than he’d ever experienced before.Christ, was he close.The urge to straighten and ram his cock deep into Regan’s sodden sex, bury himself to the balls in her tight sheath almost drove him insane.The wolf inside roared for it.Demanded it.But Regan’s sex tasted too good, her cries and moans of ecstasy too intoxicating to bear even the briefest loss of contact.He wanted to fill her with utter pleasure.Wanted to burn away all her fears.Wanted to consume her in the way she—in such a short span of time—had consumed him.Totally.Utterly.
As if feeling his powerful need transmitted through his mouth, Regan lifted her legs and planted her feet on his shoulders, her folds spreading wider still.She didn’t say a word, just arched her body in such a severe bow her clit ground against his tongue and her perineum nudged the base knuckle of his middle finger.
The temptation was too great.
Withdrawing his hand and mouth from her sex, he smeared the slick, pungent juices of her desire from her nether lips to the clenched hole of her rectum, coating the tight opening with a viscous film of her own lubrication.Twisting his wrist, he plunged his thumb into her and placed the pad of his middle finger to her ass, caressing it once.
For a split second, Regan’s body stilled.He lifted his head, wanting to see her face.Her head was thrown back, her lips parted in a silent gasp, her eyes closed.He pressed his finger gently against her hole.Once.
Regan sucked in a sharp breath and her hips rose, her sex taking his thumb deeper.
