Page 149 of The Lure of Wolves and Whispers

My name in his mouth sounds raked over coals. I want to hear him say it again and again andagain, even if there’s no guarantee either of us will live to see tomorrow.

Time stops. Everything stops, except for us.

His hand slips beneath the waist of my leathers, and there’s no hiding the moan his fingers coax from me.

I don’t want to, even if I could.

Wolf trails a finger between my thighs, humming in appreciation.

I tremble, arching my back for more. More pressure, more him, justmore.

He ticks his tongue behind his teeth as I shove the too-big leathers off me, and they fall to the floor. One corner of his mouth curves up into a teasing, self-satisfied smirk. “Greedy, are we?”

Wolf works his finger in a soft spiral, and I see stars. He works the pressure tighter and tighter, building me up with an infuriatingly expert touch.

He knows exactly what he’s doing, and it only makes each touch all the hotter.

“Are you going to make me beg?”

He increases the pressure, and I gasp. Wolf chuckles, working his lips over the line of my collarbone and down to my breast again.

I throw my head back with a cry.

Two can play at this game. If he wants to tease, I can tease too. I can drive himwild.

I reach for the buttons of his leathers. They give easily under my fingers, and I shove them down past his muscled thighs to move my hands beneath the soft fabric underneath.

He jerks his head back, eyes slamming shut.

“Maeve,”he groans, and intoxicating power races through me. Is there anyone else he makes that sound for? Anyone else who gets to touch him like this—to see him simply surrendering?

I work his length long and hard against my thighs, and Wolf buries his face in my shoulder. His teeth bite at the skin there,blurring that delicious boundary between pleasure and pain.

One hand tilts my jaw away from him, exposing more of my flushed skin to his lips, and he pauses, trailing one finger down the length of the silver chain—to the charm tangled in the hair behind my neck.

His eyes heat, like he can feel the power tingling from it.

“Pregnancy prevention charm,” I whisper, moving my fingers in his hair.

A slow, wicked smile curls his mouth, and he teases the fingers of his left hand along my jaw, drawing them away just long enough to show me the simple silver band around his little finger. Power ripples off it, and heat pools low in my belly as he leans in. “Same.”

I feel him against me, waiting. His eyes search mine, and the longing there scorches any lingering doubts I could have ever had to ash.

“I need you, Maeve.”

“Iwantyou,” I answer, and guide him into me. “Right. Now.”

He kisses me once, twice, before he sinks into me, slowly, stretching each inch. I yield to him, letting him fill me,pushme, until my mind can’t hold on to a single thought beyond the one word anchoring us—

Yes.

I want him.Allof him—every scar, every secret, every last inch of the scorched earth we’ll leave behind us in our wake.

My breath comes in pants, tight and ragged. He moves slowly, testing me, and I only pull him closer. Lift my hips to meet his, gasping at the feel of him.

“How do you feel sogood?” Wolf’s groan sends heat curlingdown my spine, and I arch that extra fraction of an inch closer to him. His whole body rocks as it meets mine, pushing me farther up the bed, right into the headboard. My fingers knot behind me in the wooden rails there.

The grip gives me the leverage to push back at him, to lift and arch my hips to his. That’s all it takes for him to find the angle that sends stars bursting across my vision, and desperate pleasure coils to the point of pain—