His breath burst past his lips in short, ragged pants and he closed his eyes, struggling to bring his heart under control.His wolf lingered below the surface, its heightened senses thrumming, its desire so powerful his cock continued to throb.
“Finish me, Declan,” Regan murmured against his groin.Her lips, moments ago having rendered him spent, began to explore his hips, the inner-flesh of his thigh, her tongue leaving a wicked, hot trail over his skin.“I’m so goddamn close…”
He felt himself stiffen, felt his still-turgid shaft spasm with eager want as Regan’s wet, masterful tongue investigated his testicles.His breath caught in his raw throat and his hands flattening against her ass, her waist.
“Regan,” he choked, stunned at how quickly she had returned him to the edge.Werewolf or no.“Regan, I want to be inside you.I need…”
She raised her head, the night air cool where her wet mouth had been.She moved, straddling his hips, her breasts brushing his face as she slid down his body, nudging the straining head of his cock with the moist lips of her pussy.“…to make me reel,” she finished, gazing into his face.
He nodded, nostrils flaring.“Yes.”
She planted her hands on either side of his torso, shifted her weight ever so slightly and impaled herself on his cock.He heard her sigh his name as he filled her, a moan in her voice.She gripped him with muscles that felt like hot fingers, and tangled her hands in his hair.
He sat up, holding her still with his arms, his own fingers burying into the cool strands of hair at her nape, arching her neck so his lips and teeth devoured the satiny-smooth skin.
“Declan,” she moaned his name again, wrapping her legs around his hips, her heels pressing against his ass cheeks, forcing him closer to her, deeper into her.“Don't stop.”
“Never,” he replied.How could he?He wouldn’t know he was alive if he didn’t feel her, smell her.Hold her.
Thrusting deeper, he captured her lips with his, fierce and hungry.A sound escaped her—a whimper, a hitching of her breath telling him without words she was there, ready to fall and explode and implode.“Yes, Declan.Yes!”she moaned.“Oh, God,YES!”Her fingers dragged across his shoulders and into his hair once more, holding his head still as her hips began to buck.Wild.Erratic.Powerful.He felt the pulses rocking through her.Clenching and releasing, clenching and releasing.Charging him with life.
It consumed him, surged through him.Erupted from him in a violent, liquid force, scalding him from head to toe and making him howl.
He collapsed backward, Regan coming with him, lying along his chest, her heart hammering against his, her ragged breath fanning his sweat-slicked skin.
Closing his eyes, he listened to her heartbeat slowly return to normal, letting his fingertips trace small, aimless patterns over her back.He felt utterly at peace.An emotional state he’d never experienced before.
“Don't stop,” she whispered against his chest, wriggling her shoulders under his caressing fingers.
“Never,” he replied.
“Good,” she murmured back, and he felt her smile.
They lay, limbs entwined, hearts beating in harmony, for many minutes, and as each one passed Declan felt more and more calm.He gazed up at the black ceiling, listening to the sounds of nightlife beyond the room’s walls: people laughing, enjoying their existence.He smiled, letting his hands skim down the delectable curve of Regan’s waist to her hip.For the first time in his life, he understood what they felt.His existence had purpose now beyond death, beyond vengeance.Because of Regan.
He let his eyelids flutter closed, opening his senses to her.Letting her fill him on every level.
“Declan?”
Her voice, soft and somehow hesitant, made him open his eyes and he tilted his head, looking down into her face.“Yes?”
“Are werewolves like other members of the canine genus?”
He frowned.
“Do you rut with any bitch that catches your attention, or do you…” She trailed off and he heard the uncertainty in her voice.
He gave her a slow grin.“For a such an expert at animal behavior, you’re lousy at the human kind.”He ran his hand back up her body, drawing her closer to him, letting her look directly into his gaze.“No,” he answered.“When it comes to mating, werewolves are just like people.Some fuck around, some find their lifemate and never let them go.”
She studied him intently, as though looking for—wanting—an answer she didn’t yet have.“Which type are you?”she whispered.
He let his grin turn into a smile, reaching up with his free hand to tuck an errant strand of her hair behind her ear.“The latter.”
She gazed into his face for a moment, body still, expression revealing nothing, before rising up onto an elbow.She lowered her head, her lips brushing his in the softest of kisses.“Me too.”
A chuckle rumbling up his throat, he wrapped his arms firmly around her body and flipped her to her back, catching her squeal of delighted shock with his mouth.He loomed over her, snaring each wrist, pinning her to the mattress with his hips, thighs and hands.He grinned at her, nestling his rapidly growing cock against the soft heat of her pussy.“You doubted me?”he growled, the sound coming out more like a laugh.
Eyes twinkling with a devilish glint, she shook her head, rolling her hips under his.“A girl can’t be too careful.Especially one hopeless on human?—”
