I’d written field notes on hundreds of subjects, but I’d never been the subject before.
“Still yes?” he asked. His voice had dropped to something rougher than I’d heard from him, and it moved through me like a second touch.
“Still yes.” The words came out steadier than I felt. I was so caught up in him and this moment, I worried I’d melt through the mattress and miss something amazing.
His mouth curved, releasing that private half-smile I was quickly coming to adore, and he eased my thighs apart with a patience that was its own kind of devastation. He kissed the inside of my knee, then higher, his stubble dragging lightly against my skin. I understood then that he was going to take his time, that he was going to make me feel every single bit of this.
I gripped the sheets and let him do what he pleased.
With a soft twist to his mouth, he stroked his fingers up my legs to my thighs, spreading them wider while easing my nightgown up around my waist. I lifted my hips and tugged it up further, over my head to toss it aside.
His groan rang out. “Lovely. Simply lovely.”
He settled between my thighs, his hands warm against my skin, and kissed the inside of my leg.
This was a wolf who did nothing halfway. He approached my pleasure with the same intensity he gave everything he’d decided mattered.
His mouth found me, and my mind went blank.
I was analytical about almost everything. Here, my thoughts went quiet for the first time in my life. No dictating observations to my enchanted pen. No cross-referencing data. Just sensation building and building until I couldn’t breathe through it.
The trace of his tongue on my clit devastated me, a slow stroke that made me jerk my hips off the mattress. He growled, and it vibrated against my most sensitive flesh.
“Stay right where you are,” he whispered against me, the word both a command and a plea.
I couldn’t have disobeyed if I’d wanted to. He circled my clit with the flat of his tongue, then flicked it with the tip, alternatingbetween the two until I was writhing beneath his hold. My thighs trembled on either side of his head.
“Feral—” His name came out a rasp.
He hummed his approval, the vibration shooting through me, and sealed his lips around my clit, sucking.
A keen tore from my throat, a sound I’d never made in my life.
The wet sounds of his mouth on me only made everything hotter.
His fingers dug into my hip. “Again,” he said against my flesh. “Make that sound again.”
He doubled his efforts, his tongue moving faster, more focused, and I shattered into sensation. Another keen, then another, sounds I couldn’t control or moderate or analyze.
“That’s it, wife.” His words came out muffled. “Show me what I do to you.”
He slid one finger inside me, and I arched my back so sharply I nearly came off the bed despite his restraining hand. He added a second finger, stretching me, gliding them in a way that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
My hands found his hair, needing to hold onto something.
He read every response and adjusted, learning me the way I’d learned his territory. Sample by sample. Detail by detail.
The pleasure built to something impossible to contain. His tongue pressed flat against me, his fingers crooked inside me hitting a spot that made me see white. Everything inside me coiled tighter and tighter until?—
I came apart with a cry that tore across the walls, my body convulsing. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me while his mouth gentled but didn’t stop. He drew out every aftershock until I was left trembling and oversensitive and completely undone.
I cried out his name, and the sound of it in the quiet room surprised me, how unguarded it was and how little I cared.
Significant data I’d examine later.
He moved back up to lie beside me, tugging me close.
His mouth glistened. He didn’t wipe it away, just watched me with those pale blue eyes gone dark with want.
