Page 17 of Seduced By the Werewolves

I’m unsteady on my feet as I go up the stairs and put the key in the lock. It takes me a few tries, but then we’re inside, and Leon already has me tangled up in his arms. He kicks the door closed, my keys still in the knob, and kisses me again. It’s much wilder this time, his mouth taking my lips like a conqueror. His tongue darts out and sweeps across them, and without thinking twice, I greet it with mine. Leon grips me tight, his fingers digging into my thick flesh as he swallows me up. The way he invades my mouth, it makes me think of his cock doing the same thing elsewhere, and I squirm in his hands, my hips grinding against his.

“You like it when I kiss you that way?” he asks, giving me a knowing grin. “I can kiss you like that other places, too.”

I tremble at the suggestion. I want that, more than anything. His talented mouth all over me? Yes, please. But I’m not even sure where to start with someone as absolutely magnificent as Leon.

He squeezes even more of me, roving over all my mounds and curves with eagerness.

“You’re still tense, though.” His lips travel from my lips to my cheek, then to my ear. “What’s wrong?”

I shiver, not sure I can tell him what’s truly on my mind. But I think about how he listened as I talked about my mom, how he didn’t judge me for what I feel. Maybe it’s okay to peel back my armor and let him see me.

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” I say at last. “What if I mess it up? What if I’m not any good?” I swallow hard as all of it spills out of me. “Usually I know what to do. I know how to get coffee and use QuickBooks. But this...” I wave a hand at him. “I’ve had such a great time tonight, and I don’t want to ruin it.”

He reacts with a thoughtful nod. “I think I understand.” He smooths a comforting hand down my back. “But all you have to be with me is you. Your whole self.” It’s easy to submerge myself in him as he brings me in close and tucks my head under his chin. “Why don’t you let me take a load off your shoulders for one night? I can guide you.”

But the load is so heavy, and so closely bound to me, I can’t imagine he could carry it. Yet all I want is to let go, to stop worrying about where this might end up, for someone else to take the reins.

“Trust me,” Leon murmurs, looking down into my eyes, “and I won’t lead you wrong. I promise, Tiff.”

Something about the words loosens a tight wire inside me. It would be nice to let it go, I think. To not worry every step of the way.

“Okay,” I say at last. “Show me what to do.”

I feel him smile against my cheek as I relax into his arms. “There we go.” He sucks on my earlobe as his hand roams back up to the swell of my breast. “Now take off your clothes and let me worship you.”

Chapter Seven

Now take off your clothes and let me worship you.

The command sends a ripple of searing-hot need through me. My hands instantly obey, as if on puppet strings, and Leon’s fingers join mine as I slide them under the hem of my shirt. He guides me, showing me how he wants me to pull it up and off over my head, then he tosses it to the floor without sparing it a second glance.

He explores me, caressing across all the folds in my skin created by my tight bra. Then he reaches around my back and unclasps it without much effort, and we separate long enough for me to toss it away.

“Fuck.” Leon groans when he finally sees me, and I cover myself up, not sure what he’s cursing about.

He takes my arm with surprising roughness and pulls it away, getting a full look at my tits. Then he grabs his crotch, where I can make out the outline of his cock under his jeans. He drags his hand across it, just staring at me.

I’m a little bolder this time as my fingers duck under the hem of his shirt, because I’m pretty sure he wants the same thing I do. Without pausing, Leon yanks it over his head, then chucks it so hard it hits the wall. I don’t even get a chance to look at him before he’s kissing me again. Greedily, his hands slide up under my breasts, taking on the weight of them, his fingers kneading my flesh. A groan builds up in his throat as he cups each one, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. My hands tangle in his soft, dark chest hair.

“Your tits are perfect, Tiff,” Leon murmurs, his hips rubbing against mine so I can feel that thick object in his jeans acutely. Downward he roams, over the curve of my belly to the button at the top of my jeans. “These now. Take them off.”

I do as I’m told, and it feels good—so good—to hand over control, to trust someone else with how this should go.

Now that I’m bared to him, Leon slides down onto his knees. He kisses my stomach, digging his hand into the roll at my waist. He buries his nose in my crotch, where I’m still wearing my panties, and inhales deeply.

“You smell so goddamned good,” he groans, his big hands fisting each of my ass cheeks as he drags me in closer. “Fuck.”

He takes a few more deep breaths, then kisses his back way back up my body until he’s towering over me again. I’ve never had someone say that to me before. It’s weird and fucking hot, all at the same time.

“Bedroom,” he growls, and it’s most definitely a growl.

I’ve heard that sound before—like a bear in a documentary. I nod and lead the way out of the living room, through the open door to my bedroom, where all my various stuffed animals are piled up around my pillows. Embarrassed that I’m a grown woman who collects stuffed animals, I shove them off the bed, but Leon takes both my wrists to stop me. He pushes me down on top of them, as if he couldn’t care less where we are or what’s around us.

He’s only interested in one thing, and that’s me. It’s never felt so good to be wholly and completely at the center of someone’s attention.

Immediately his mouth is on me, tasting my neck, my collarbone, the valley of my sternum. Eagerly, he sucks one nipple, grabbing the rest of my breast with one big hand, and flicks his tongue back and forth until I’m twitching and gasping. Then he switches to the other nipple, so he’s gripping both my tits tight in his palms and teasing me with his teeth. Those teeth are sharper than I expected, but the light shock of pain melds with the pleasure, and I arch into him and whimper for more.

“Good girl.” Leon licks each tip one last time. “You make such pretty little sounds.”

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