Page 80 of What a Wolf Demands

He meant that his Gift put him at a disadvantage. She’d heard enough sneering comments around the loup-garou to know how most wolves felt about Telepaths. Looking at him now, though, it was impossible to think of him as weak or inferior.

She let her gaze wander down his body, past his taut pecs and rippled abs. He drew in an unsteady breath as she reached his hips, her eyes roving over his bobbing shaft and the heavy sac beneath.

No, there was nothing weak about this man. He’d protected her and saved her. And he’d done things to her body she would never forget.

The thought sent a heady rush of desire spiraling through her. Between her legs, her sex throbbed, the flesh hot and aching.

His breath caught. Hovering over her like a dark god, he growled, “I can smell how wet you are.”

She nodded, her own breath coming in pants.

He dropped his gaze to her sex. “Show me.”

The wicked words were like a lit match on gasoline. It took everything she had not to writhe on the sheets. Biting her lip, she opened her legs, letting him see the most private part of her.

He stared for a long time, his chest rising and falling in a ragged rhythm. At last, he reached out and drew a long, slow line down her center, dragging a lazy path that started at her clit and dipped to her opening. In hushed tones, he said, “You are so beautiful here. Pink and wet and luscious.”

She sank her teeth harder into her lip, every nerve ending quivering, her body pushed to the edge.

He brought his finger to his lips and sucked it into his mouth.

Oh god. Her vision blurred, then came back into focus.

He closed his eyes for a second, as if caught up in the throes of ecstasy. Then he opened them and whispered, “And your taste . . . Do you know how you taste, love?”

Breathing hard, she shook her head.

He moved closer, shaft swaying. “Berries, baby. Like fresh berries on my tongue.”

She watched through heavy eyelids as he rose above her, his thick cock in one hand. When they were together before, she’d been so consumed by raw need she hadn’t gotten a good look at it.

That wasn’t the case now.

Straddling her hips, he held his cock in a tight grip. Helpless to look away, she watched as he stroked his hand up and down his shaft, growing impossibly hard. His cock swelled, the thick head almost purple. A drop of pearly liquid appeared at the tip.

The ribbon of need between her legs wound tighter. Her sex throbbed, eager for what he had to give her. Almost unconsciously, she palmed her breasts, savoring the zips of pleasure that fired through them as she rubbed her nipples.

He sucked in a breath, his blue gaze tracking her movements. “I can’t wait, Lily.”

In response, she lifted her hips. Her sex bumped the tip of his cock, slipping easily against the bulbous head.

He made a strangled sound, and his eyes fluttered shut for a second. Then he clenched his jaw and opened them, seizing her gaze.

Now she sucked in a breath. His wolf stared out at her, an undeniable message in its eyes.

Mine.

Words stuck in her throat, but it didn’t matter. The beast didn’t process speech. It wouldn’t understand anything she said.

No, she had to show it how she felt.

Holding its eerie blue gaze, she opened her legs wide in offering. Then she focused all her energy and let a single thought echo through her mind.

Yours.

Satisfaction flared in the wolf’s gaze. Its stare bored into hers as Dom positioned himself at her entrance.

Her sex spasmed, eager to be filled. She threw her hands above her head, arching her back in blatant invitation.

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