Page 39 of Hunted

He makes us more.

Her wolf rose and stretched inside her, the frantic pain of the last year receding. Michelangela could almost feel the flesh filling out on their bodies, rich and lush instead of scraped skin and bones, the way they’d felt since he left.

She slid her arms around his neck, feeling every plane of his body, familiar and somehow new. She tilted her head back, and his lips moved over the sensitive skin, curving in an almost-smile. His chest vibrated in a soft snarl of pleasure and possessiveness.

The intensity of it buckled her knees. Gunn slid his hands down her back, cupping them under her ass. He lifted her off the ground, and she wrapped her legs around him, her lips and teeth moving down his neck, teasing bites and soft kisses.

He carried her to his bedroom, his bed, and laid her down. He knelt on the floor beside her, his eyes dark with emotion. “Tell me you want this.” He closed his eyes briefly. “You have to want it.” It was partly a request, partly a plea. “Say it.”

She didn’t want to say it. She never wanted to be in his power again. She had to keep one bit of herself apart, one little speck, so she’d know she could survive without him.

“Say it.” This time it really was a plea. She could hear it, see how a part of him hated it too, how it terrified him to need her.

How this strong, proud man had been brought to his knees by what he felt for her. Knowing that shook her, deep inside.

“I want this, dammit. I never stopped wanting you. It was a pain that never ended.” She closed her eyes and repeated in a whisper, “I want this.”

It cost her everything to say it. All her pride, all her strength, all her faith that she could make it on her own, that she could be everything she needed to be without him.

Then she looked up at him and saw how it changed him. Something in him relaxed, shifted—and became stronger. Bigger. More whole.

Because of her.

She reached up slowly, laying her hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating. “I want you.”

Without taking his eyes from hers, Gunn reached into his pocket for the remote control, and hit the button. The door slammed, and the room locked down.

They were alone.

Instead of the frenzy of heat she expected, everything slowed down. He ran his fingertips along the curve of her cheek, in a shivering path down her collarbone. He curled his fingers around the collar of her shirt and tore it slowly down the front, exposing the flushed skin of her chest.

“That’s my only shirt,” she said, her voice coming out a whisper.

“I’ll buy you another one.” He slid onto the bed beside her and kissed her upper chest. “After.”

“After what?”

“After I tear the rest of your clothes off and make you mine.”

Then it was nothing but a heat storm of tearing clothes, hot kisses and hotter touches. Gunn couldn’t seem to get enough of her, his lips trailing across her nipples, his tongue teasing the inside of her thigh, his fingers dipping between her legs to her slick heat.

He kissed her right there, swirling his tongue over her clit, sliding his fingers inside her and then up to join his tongue, giving a growling purr as he tasted her juices.

She could scent his arousal, wanted to touch him, taste him. She pulled at him until he moved around the other way, his knees straddling her while he still lapped at her core.

His shaft was right there above her, and she wrapped her hands around its thickness, then ran her tongue up its length. The constant growl in his chest grew louder, and he plundered her core more deeply.

Mikey took him into her mouth, sucking his hard, silky shaft, loving his scent and his taste. They rocked together, driving each other into a mutual frenzy.

Mikey felt the blissful tension curling up her spine, her thighs straining apart, wanting more of him. She growled, sucking him deeply inside her, stroking and licking as the wave built and built, until all she wanted was more of him.

She came with an intensity she never had before, moaning around his shaft, taking it as deeply as she could. She sensed him trying to hold back, and failing, and he throbbed inside her mouth, his sweet saltiness exploding.

They rode it out, pushing each other beyond the brink until they were shaking.

That was only the beginning.

Gunn pulled away from her, turning around to wrap her in his arms. He was still growling, and she shook with a barely sated desire.