Page 61 of Bad Blood Wolf

Chapter 22

They went back to Brody’s apartment. Jasmin barely noticed anything about it—just that it was masculine and classy and looked like some decorator’s idea of what a young business executive’s apartment should look like.

Not what Brody was like at all. Brody was earth and sunshine and surprising depths of shadow. He was t-shirts and flannel and torn jeans and scars and sultry looks from those sea-blue eyes.

Brody loved her, and she loved him back.

Right now, she couldn’t see anything but that.

Maybe she wasn’t a wolf; maybe she couldn’t be the kind of mate he wanted.

But they could love each other. She could ease his burdens, and she could make him feel less alone.

She wrapped her arms around him as soon as they were inside the door, her head on his chest, letting him breathe her scent.

Scent was important to wolves.

She slid his leather jacket off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Moments later, hers followed it, and then he was pulling her shirt over her head, running his hands down her back, tangling his fingers in her hair.

She loved how he loved her hair.

She felt a soft growl his chest—a low rumble that was more a vibration than anything else.

Pleasure. Desire. Wanting.

An answering purr grew inside her own chest. Sexy wolf. Hot. Needy. She slid her hands under his t-shirt, rubbing her forearms over his taut muscles. His skin was warm and velvety, and she wanted all of it.

Brody reached over his shoulder and grabbed the back of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head in one lithe motion. Then they were skin to skin, and she was rubbing against him, wanting to feel him with her hands and her breasts and her belly, her lips and her tongue.

She kissed her way up his chest, teasing his nipples, giving one of his pecs a little bite. He hissed in a breath, and then used her hair to pull her head back. He ducked his head quickly and returned the bite, right on the tendon at the bottom of her neck.

The growls were getting louder. He bit his way up her neck, soothing each love-bite with a kiss. He kissed her mouth—long, slow and deep—and then he swept her up with his hands cupping her ass, pinning her against the wall, legs straddling him.

His cock was so huge and hard for her, she felt like she would come apart just feeling it through the layers of cloth that separated them. She sucked the skin under Brody’s ear, let the scent of his skin fill her, luxuriated in the heat and strength of him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured in her ear. “I want to strip you naked, throw you on the bed and lick you until your pussy is so wet, all you can think of is having my cock inside you. And then I want to make love to you and feel you come around me again and again, until there are no walls left inside you, and all you can feel is how much I love you. How much I will always love you.”

“I want that,” she whispered. “I want you.”

He carried her down the hall to his bedroom and tumbled her on the bed. He stripped her naked, slowly, kissing and nipping and biting and touching. Hips, thighs, the crease behind her knee, the arch of her foot.

Then he slid his own jeans off, and she could see how ready he was for her. His swollen cock stood straight up, thick and heavy.

He lay down beside her, running one hand slowly up her thigh and over the curve of her hip. He kissed her hipbone.

“Spread your legs for me,” he whispered.

Anticipation clenched in Jasmin’s belly. She was desperate for his touch, already wet for him. He slid his fingers over her slick folds, that growl starting up in his chest again. “Beautiful,” he murmured.

He dipped his head, tasting with quick flicks of his tongue. Jasmin moaned and spread her legs further, desperate for him to touch her more, touch her deeper.

She felt his tongue on her again, this time licking her slowly, all the way from her entrance to her clit.

Sheer ecstasy.

Brody slid his arms under her thighs, his tongue thrusting inside her, tasting her juices, his erotic growls of pleasure vibrating through her nerve endings. Every time he swirled his tongue over her clit, the tension in her belly ratcheted tighter.

He spun it out until she ached to have him inside her, touching her core. Just as she was about to go over the edge, he pulled up, knelt between her legs and thrust himself inside her.