Page 47 of What a Wolf Demands

Her eyes were closed, her head turned to the side. A strand of hair lay over her face, the red like a narrow ribbon across her flushed skin.

He lifted it away and smoothed it back. “Lily.”

She stirred. A frown puckered between her brows.

His gut clenched. Had he hurt her?

A moan slipped from her lips. At the same moment, her sex clamped around him. A fresh rush of moisture scalded his cock.

He bit back a groan.

She moved under him, wriggling her hips. She opened her eyes but didn’t look at him when she spoke, her voice a whimper. “No . . .”

Dread filled him. He’d messed up. Someway, somehow, he’d misread her, taking it for granted that she—

“Dom.” She looked at him, what might have been panic in her eyes. “It won’t go away.” The last word emerged as a sob. She trembled under him, her throat working.

“It will,” he said, shoving his panicked thoughts aside. Later, he could deal with the mess he’d created. Right now, this was more important.

“You promise?” Her eyes were stark, her face pale. Golden freckles stood out on her cheeks, her forehead, the bridge of her nose.

On impulse, he lowered his head and dropped a kiss on a smattering just under her eye.

Her sex spasmed again, and a breathy sigh left her.

It was a start.

He raised his head and met her gaze. “I promise. Werewolves are lusty creatures.”

She frowned. “But I’m not a—”

“Hush.”

She bit her lip.

“I’ll take care of it,” he said.

“Y-You will?”

“Mmhmm.” Still inside her, he rose up and pulled his sweatshirt over his head. Her gaze moved over his chest and down his stomach, her eyes drinking him in.

He tossed the sweatshirt aside and lowered his body until his mouth hovered over her breasts.

She drew in a shuddering breath, sending her taut nipples perilously close to his mouth.

He looked up, his gaze colliding with hers. “And when I say I’ll do something, I mean it.” He dropped his head to her chest, closed his lips around her nipple, and sucked.

A soft, feminine moan drifted over his head.

Excellent.

He shifted himself down, his cock slipping from her sex.

She let out a small cry of protest.

He consoled her by scooping her breasts into his hands, holding the soft mounds in a firm but gentle grip.

Her heart rate sped up.

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