Page 20 of Hollow Moon

“I want to see you hard and ready to make love to me.”

The words zinged along his nerve endings. “God, yes.”

He thanked his luck that he was wearing sweatpants. As he pulled them down, his cock sprang free, full and hard and ready for her as she had asked.

She reached out, catching the bead of moisture at the tip and stroking it over the head and down his length. Just the touch of her one finger was almost enough to tip him over the edge.

“I’m too hot to take much of that.”

Her hand dropped away. “I want that inside me.”

“When you’re as hot as I am.”

Part of his mind still marveled that this was happening. And part of him knew that the two of them had been meant for each other since the beginning of time. In werewolf terms, he understood what that should signify. He had found his lifemate. But that was something he hadn’t expected to experience yet—not when he wasn’t yet thirty.

Caught in a fog of need and wonder, he eased down beside her. His hands teasing her breasts.

“I want to feel your teeth there.”

“You do?”

“Oh yes.”

“Why?”

Her answer was high and breathy. “There’s something about you that makes it seem . . . necessary.”

The words and the implications were almost too much to bear. Had she accepted the wolf—even when she didn’t know he was part of Knox Marshall?

He leaned over, wedging one distended nipple carefully between his teeth, slowly exerting pressure, looking up so that he could watch her face.

“Oh,” she gasped out. “That’s good. So good.”

He took her other nipple between his thumb and index finger, squeezing and twisting it as he switched from teeth to strong sucking with his lips.

She moaned, her head moving on the sleeping bag as he reached down to find the core of her.

She was hot and slippery and aroused, and as his finger stroked up to her clit and downward into her vagina, she raised her hips and cried out.

“Don’t make me come like that again. I want your penis inside me.”

He covered her body with his, slipping inside her, calling out as he felt her tight sheath clasp him.

To keep from climaxing right them, he had to go stock-still, his body suspended above her.

But she forced the issue, her hips rising up, then falling back so that he had no choice but to follow where she led.

The moment was too powerful to last. She moaned beneath him, her body convulsing around his as they both came in a burst of sensation stronger than he had ever experienced.

When he collapsed on top of her, they both lay breathing hard.

Rolling to his side, he took her with him, still overcome by the enormity of what had happened to him—to them.

She stroked her fingers across his sweat-slick chest.

“I didn’t know it could be that good,” she whispered.

“Because we’ve found something . . . special together,” he answered.

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