Page 42 of Wolf Tamer

We’re overdue.

We have to claim her, now.

Her kisses turn hotter as she fists her hands in my shirt, a clear demand for me to disrobe as well. I waste no time before throwing my shirt as far away from me as possible and following it with my pants. Those, I kick to the side, boxers too, until I’m standing in front of her with my throbbing cock sticking straight out like it can somehow close the distance between us.

Miracles do happen, but not like this.

Tasha drops her gaze down to my erection, and I love the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

“Is that for me?” she asks coyly.

I growl. “Who the fuck else would it be for? Now off with the pants.”

Not that I’m complaining about having her bare chested and standing in front of me, but I want her naked.

I want to run my hands along every inch of her and dive my fingers into her creamy heat. And so, I do exactly that.

Keeping eye contact, I stalk forward, trailing my hand down the swell of her hips to play with her folds. Her eyes narrow, heat building, before I slip my middle finger inside her. Her low moan of agreement drives me forward. I time the movement of my fingers with my kisses so that my tongue thrusts against hers every time my finger does the same. I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer.

I want to build anticipation. To make sure she gets her own before I take what I so desperately need from her. Except I’m utilizing every bit of self-possession that I, well,possessto do so.

“You feel so fucking good,” I murmur against the side of her neck. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Why don’t you tell me?” she demands.

The little minx.

She loves the dirty talk just as much as I do. I just never would have figured her a sucker for compliments.

“You feel like my dirtiest fantasy and my wildest dream,” I tell her.

“Better than your hand?”

I drive her further against the tree. “Much hotter. Are you fucking kidding me? It’s not even a contest.”

Purposely, I keep myself from claiming her right then, my instincts warring with the desire to make this good for her as well. Plus, I owe her for the surprise BJ in my bedroom. It’s my turn to torture her, and I plan to take the opportunity when it’s presented.

It is sorarelypresented.

I crouch down in front of her and spread her legs apart slowly so that she’s open for me. She’s the greatest fucking gift I’ve ever received, and I have to wonder what I did to deserve a woman like her. Nothing.

Nothing I can think of, because I know where I’ve come from and what I’ve had to do in this life, how I’ve had to claw and scrape and kill. Yet here is Tasha, and she’s got her own darkness.

Our demons like to play with each other.

She is secretly sweet and stubborn as fuck. She will never hesitate to protect the people she loves, and that is the most admirable thing about her. She throws herwholeself into everything she does.

Can she ever love me the way I love her?

I bend forward to taste her, running my tongue along her slit and loving the way she squirms at the contact. Her breath bursts out of her, and suddenly her hands tense in my hair. I’m not sure whether it’s to keep me in place or to urge me on. Either way…

I circle my tongue around her clit, my own hands on her hips while I taste her. I love the way she clenches around me. I love how she tenses, her breath deepening and her skin going hot.

I slip another finger inside her, then a third, working her until she comes apart. Her orgasm rips through her, and I feel it inside me. At least, I feel like I do. My cock throbs in an attempt to get to her.

Holding her while she splinters is the highlight of my life, and it doesn’t matter that we’re in the woods. We could be anywhere, as long as we’re together.

Rising, I nip a line along her collarbone all the way down to her breast to take first one nipple between my teeth, then another.

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