The leather was tight enough to highlight her every curve, and Farren wriggled her hips to help him along. Eli ran his nose from between her breasts down to her panties, and the sound he made…it was something between a groan and a growl.
“Pants are off, luv. Yer turn.”
Shite. His boxer briefs showed off just how hard—and big—he was. Farren skimmed her palm over the bulge, and Eli shuddered under her touch. “Do that again,” he managed just before biting down on her nipple through the plain cotton until her back arched and she dug in her heels to afford him better access.
“Who’s in charge here?” she asked.
“You tell me.” Eli lavished attention on her other breast, and she was about ready to give in and do anything he wanted if he’d just go lower.
Her wolf flashed in her eyes, and with a burst of strength, she flipped their positions, putting Eli on his back and straddling his hips. “That a good enough answer for ya’?” Skimming her teeth along the shell of his ear, she stifled her yelp when he tugged on her panties and they ripped at the seams. “Ya’ owe me another pair now.”
“Start a tab. I may run up a large bill before the sun comes up.”
Oh, God, she hoped he would. She wanted this man to ravage her in every way possible—after she’d done the same to him.
Running her hands over his chest, she purred, appreciating the sculpted muscles. The black lines and curves he’d absorbed from the book moved under her fingers. “Shite, Eli. The marks…”
“I can feel them. But this time, it’s not pain.” His voice roughened with each word, and he pulled her down to kiss her.
With command she hadn’t anticipated, he demanded more, and she gave it to him, parting her lips, letting her tongue battle with his until they had to come up for air. Rolling again so he topped her allowed her to yank off his boxer briefs and wrap her fingers around his length.
“Fuck, Eli. Inside me. Now.”
“Wait.” With a groan, he rose to his knees. “Do we need protection?”
“Werewolves can’t carry diseases. Shiftin’ heals any illness. And females are only fertile on the new moon.”
He pushed into her, gently at first, letting her adjust to his girth until she’d had enough with slow and careful. Digging her fingers into his arse, she pulled, hard, and he sank balls-deep in one move.
“You feel so good,preciosa. Like we were made for one another.”
Farren cupped his cheeks to force him to meet her gaze. “We were, Eli. You’re my mate, no matter what happens in the morning, and my body will always crave yer touch.”
His eyes blazed with heat, but there was something new in those green depths. An emotion she refused to name, couldn’t dare hope for, didn’t deserve. Did he know? Or was she imagining the whole thing?
“I’ve never felt this way about anyone,” he said quietly as he started to move his hips. “Tell me this is real.”
“What does yer heart say?” Hers was already gone for him. Not exactly love. Not yet. That took time, even between mates. But something more. Something deeper. She wasn’t sure if she believed in souls. In the afterlife. In a divine creator with a grand plan. But she believed in this. In Eli.
“It’s real. We’re…real.” Eli thrust harder, and Farren canted her hips in time with his. Her body wound itself tighter, like a string on a violin, until she vibrated in perfect harmony with her mate. “I’m close, Farren.”
That was all she needed to let herself go. Her climax hit hard, and the sound that escaped her lips was closer to a howl than a scream. Eli’s release followed only a second behind hers, and for a single, perfect moment, they were one.
* * *
Eli
He’d underestimated the power of sex while connected to the earth. Or perhaps the difference wasn’t the earth, but the woman in his arms.
“We should go in,” Farren said. “Ewan and Tierney usually go runnin’ around 5:00 a.m. If we’re still out here then…well…I’ll never hear the end of it.”
Eli retrieved her tank and leather pants, but she picked up the torn panties and shook her head.
“Give me yer shirt.”
He wasn’t going to argue. The flannel covered everything important, but left him with the delicious view of her long, toned legs as she headed for the house. He pulled on his boxer briefs and followed, but paused at the top of the stairs outside her room.
“What are ya’ waitin’ for?”
