She nodded as much as she could. “Inside.”
He moved back and they both released their belts. He hopped out of the truck, turned to help as she scrambled behind him, took the hand she offered and moved to the cabin. As always, his senses were on alert for anything wrong in his territory, but nothing concerned him. He saw her glancing around as well, her nose twitching in a way that he was slightly appalled to find adorable. He increased his pace, took the steps in one quick leap, and pulled her through the door.
The door slammed shut and he brought his mouth back to hers. She met him fully, her hands scrabbling at his shirt hem until he felt them on his bare skin. He cupped her bottom, used his hands to keep her steady while his body pushed her back, step by step, until the backs of her legs hit the bed. Her hands were curled up under his shirt, around his shoulders, pulling him down on top of her. He caught himself so that he didn’t crush her, pulled his mouth free.
“If you let me go, we can get naked.”
“Okay, good, naked is good.” She released him and went for his belt buckle. He had to laugh, a sound he wasn’t much used to. He leaned back, kneeling above her, and took her in. Hair going all sorts of directions; his fault, he was pleased to know. He supposed the color would be called something fancy, like chestnut or copper. He just liked the way it felt in his fingers as he’d feasted on her. Her eyes bright with heat, with need, forhim.
“Been a while, sweetheart?” he teased, pulling his shirt up over his head. She had the belt off and moved to the button of his jeans.
“Maybe a bit,” she laughed, meeting his eyes. “But mostly the credit goes to you for being hot and sexy.”
He gave a quick laugh of surprise while she tugged his jeans down his hips. She was unlike any woman he’d ever been with. Ignoring her sound of protest, he slid off the bed, toed off the shoes he’d forgotten about, finished the job with the jeans, taking his boxers with them. Her hand arrowed straight for his cock and he found himself laughing again. Jesus.
“Uh uh.” He knocked her hand away. “Your turn.”
She did a sit-up and started on the laces of one boot, while he worked the other. They raced, but her fingers were nimbler than his and she was tossing the boot aside seconds before he managed to do the same. She’d pulled her top halfway over her head by the time he was unbuttoning her jeans. Thankful she wasn’t wearing a belt, he curled his fingers over the top and dragged them down her hips, with her help. She kicked them off and he swung a leg over, resuming his kneeling position above her.
“You should come down here,” she encouraged, her hands gliding up the sides of his legs, curving around to his ass.
He slid down beside her, putting his mouth at the perfect level to suck on a pouty nipple. She arched up, giving him more of her. At the first taste, he was lost. He flicked and sucked, nibbled and tasted, then switched to her other breast, nuzzling the space between gently with his unshaved chin. She fisted her hands in his hair and moaned his name, a sound so sweet he needed to hear it again. He reached a hand down her body, teased her curls, kept going to find her slick and needy.
She moaned his name again and he couldn’t help but smile into her breast. He kissed his way up to her mouth while teasing her slick hole with his finger. Her nails scored down his back, the tiny sting urging him on. When his lips found hers, her tongue thrusting into him impatiently, he entered her with his finger. Her hips bucked up into him, wanting more. He complied with another finger and pressed the palm of his hand against her clit.
Tearing her mouth free, she stared up at him, panting, eyes fierce. “I want to suck you.”
“Wait your turn.” He kissed her again, his fingers fucking in and out of her. She reached down, curled her hand around his, pressed on his fingers until they found the right spot and she shattered, crying out a thin wail. Music to his ears.
He slid down her body, pulled her wet fingers into his mouth, licked them clean, then turned to the source. He licked her opening, pushing in with his tongue against the squeezing of her muscles. Looking up her body, he watched her head thrash back and forth as the orgasm redoubled. He licked up her slit, pulled her clit between his lips and gave it careful attention with his tongue. She sobbed out, her body going lax except for her hand, which had made its way to his hair again and was tugging at him.
Reaching for the table, he fumbled with the drawer.
“Werewolves don’t need condoms,” she gasped.
He’d read that on the website, but using one was habitual and he’d forgotten. No sexually transmitted diseases, and he would know if she wasin heat. Applying that term to a human had seemed appalling to him at the time, but now he was thrilled with the benefits. Smiling, he went back to his activities.
He took his time. Nipping at her thigh, lingering kisses along her belly, and up the valley of her chest. He spent long minutes on each breast, feeling her body slowly regain its energy, its need as he enjoyed his journey. He stretched out on top of her, nuzzled into her neck, kissing her throat until he worked his way back to her lips. She opened for him, welcomed him back, accepted his body in the cradle of her legs as she teased her tongue with his. He slid into her, his cock jumping at the first feel of her slickness, her tightness.
He moved, enthralled by the feel of her, the taste of her, the sense of her. He broke the kiss, shook his head, picked up speed, felt the quickening in his balls that signaled impending release. Myra was watching him, and he growled at her, determined to take her over again. He palmed her breast, tweaked her nipple. Her breath caught, and her eyes rolled back. He leaned down to her ear.
“So fucking beautiful.”
Myra felt the words as much as heard them, growled into her ear almost like an accusation. She couldn’t believe that he’d brought her so high, so fast, after her first orgasm. She needed to come again, needed to feel him fall with her. She dug her heels into his ass, lifted up to meet him thrust for thrust, clenched her inner muscles tight.
“Fuck,” she heard him whisper, and smiled.
He bit her earlobe and it was there, crashing through her so hard she had to fight to hold on until she heard him shouting in release as well. Then she let go, and flew. She may have blacked out. Or maybe it just felt that way with a ton of male werewolf laying on top of her as she struggled to breathe. Not that she was complaining.
She played with the shaggy ends of his hair—did he hack it off himself with a knife or something?— and tried not to think too hard. For a minute there it had seemed like her soul had shuddered. But then she’d felt Adam pull back just a bit. She didn’t blame him for holding himself back when it had become so intense, but was surprised that they’d connected well enough that she’d felt it. Or even that he’d felt the need to do it at all, had felt so much that it had scared him.
He rolled to the side, but he brought her with him, so that she was half laying on top of him. Now it was him playing with the ends of her hair while she scratched idly at his chest.
“That was nice,” she teased.
He grunted. “Flowers are nice. That wasn’t nice.”
“Hmm. It was…excellent.”
