His hands came to her hips. “Maybe.”
“I didn’t finish telling you about being National President.” She stroked her hands up his chest, flexed her fingers into his pecs.
“The most powerful werewolf in the country.” He brought his hands up to her breasts, squeezed.
“That’s right. Two more weeks.” She wrapped her hands over his, squeezed harder. “And then it will be a guy from California.”
“Well aren’t I the lucky one?” His fingers tugged at her nipples.
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you,” she agreed, dropping her hands, bracing them on his thighs behind her. She gasped when he tweaked and pulled, felt herself getting wet. But this time she wanted to explore. Taking his hands in hers, she lifted them above his head, their fingers laced, leaned down to nibble along his jaw, up to his ear. She nuzzled into his neck, drew his scent deep into her lungs. His fingers clenched against hers, his muscles tightening in preparation to move.
“No, stay,” she whispered. “Let me taste.” She licked his neck. “Explore.” She worked her way around his chin to the other ear, pulled the lobe between her teeth and bit down gently. “So much to explore.”
His hips pressed up, but settled back.
She moved to the hollow of his throat, licked and kissed, then released his hands to bring hers to his shoulders. She explored the shape, the muscles, stroked his skin while tasting the salty sweetness of his collarbone. His hands rested on her sides but nothing more, letting her have her play.
“So much strength.” She bit his pec, just above the nipple, hard enough for him to grunt, hard enough to see faint impressions of her teeth when she checked. “So much power.” She kissed the spot. “So much integrity.” She pulled his nipple between her lips, enjoying the way his fingers pressed into her hips when she released him with a wet pop.
“I’m currently the most powerful werewolf in the country,” she reminded him. “And you make me feel weak with need.” She braced her hands on his chest, slid her body down, lifting over his hardening shaft, until she could lower her face to his stomach. His hands moved to her wrists, held them gently. She smiled against his stomach, because it didn’t feel like restraint. It felt like he needed the point of contact. “Desperate and hungry.” She gave only teasing nips this time, kissed his navel.
She pulled gently against his hold, moved her hands down his sides to his hips when he released her. “So very hungry.” She spoke with her mouth just above his pubic hair, intentionally heating him with her breath. His powerful thighs pulsed beneath her, his hands going to his sides to grip the sheets.
“Can I taste?” she asked, moving lower, huffing her breath onto his cock. More color had come into it, its length stretching toward her in need.
“Fuck yes.”
She looked up at him, saw her heat mirrored in his eyes. Licked her lips.
“Or I could haul you up here and fuck you senseless,” he growled.
She smiled hugely. “Let’s stick with plan A for now.”
“Only if you—” He broke off when she kissed the underside of his dick, followed quickly by a long lick.
She cupped his balls with one hand, explored his length with the other, while teasing the tip with her tongue.
“Fuck.”
He tasted magnificent and she wanted more. No more teasing, she took in as much as she could, concentrated on relaxing her jaw, took in a bit more. He growled his approval. She hummed as she explored and tasted, sucked and swirled. She could feel his tension, his thighs bunched under her hands, the near constant growl coming from his throat. When his fingers threaded through her hair, she curled her fingers into his thighs, letting her nails bite in.
“Fuck,” he repeated. And then he moved.
He sat up, pulled her in for a hard kiss. She squeezed his cock but he was moving again. Before she could think to react, she was on her knees, hands braced against the wall at the head of the bed.
“Hurry,” she panted, looking over her shoulder.
The look in his eyes grew even hotter. Then his hands were back on her, holding her hips tightly as he pushed into her. She tilted, pushed back against his grip, wanting more.
He gave more. Filled her up, blanketed her body with his, his breath hot against her cheek as he moved within her. The pressure built as his body, slick with sweat, moved over her, his hard length hitting all the right places, his muttered curses in her ear sending shivers through her body. Through her soul.
Bracing one hand on the wall next to hers, he reached his other around and found her clit. A gentle caress, then firmer as she gasped, lost control.
“Adam!”
He flattened her to the wall, pressed into her, over her, around her, until all she could feel was him as he groaned her name. They held still for a minute as the aftershocks of her release pulsed around his softening cock and they fought to catch their breaths. He kissed her cheek, the corner of her mouth, then gently pulled back, his hands helping to hold her steady as she turned and slid back down to the bed.
CHAPTER FIVE
