Page 40 of The Healer and the Wolf: Part One

I was a slave to my own pleasure, caught up in a torrent of everything my body felt at once. Leo’s touch was firm but slow at first. Stoking the flames of desire rather than directly fueling them. It was as frustrating as it was wonderful, the baser part of my instincts urging me to slam my hips up into his mouth and seek out more.

More.

More.

But patience was a virtue, even if I suddenly thought virtues were very underrated. So, instead, my hand found his hair again, and I let his biting grip hold me in place while my wolf, my companion, rapidly learned so much about my body.

It was hard to keep track of everything he did. Leo was clearly an all-in kind of guy. There was nothing abashed about his worship, even if it was meticulous. He used his lips, his tongue, even his nose, making sure no part of me was neglected.

No part except my clit.

As much as I wanted him to touch it, to lavish it with attention like he did the rest of me, he wouldn’t. He was teasing me to a maddening point until I begged for him to finally give me release. I hadn’t anticipated how intense the wonderful, blissful,frustratingbuild-up would be. It was as if every part of both my brain and body were screaming for contact on that one sensitive little bundle of nerves.

God, I was so hard up. I knew it had been a long time, but I had a feeling it wasn’t just the dry spell that made everything so…much.It was all Leo. It had to be. I was naturally drawn to him in a way I’d tried to deny for so long, but there was no point when I was spread out and laid bare beneath him. I was sweating, panting, and already trembling from his attention, but I knew there was so muchmorein store.

I just had to last that long.

It was a challenge, because Leo was like a man starved, using every single tool he had at his disposal while holding me in place.

Fuck, fuck,fuck. It wasn’t the first time I’d ever gotten oral—I was no blushing virgin after all—but it was the first time I’d ever had such an enthusiastic partner.Leo was going at it like it was a genuine joy and not an obligation.

“God, Leo,” I gasped, still trying to lift my hips against his grasp. Not to fight it, but to feel his strength and how much he wanted me.

Was I in Heaven or the sweetest Hell? I didn’t know and I didn’t care, because I was unravelling more and more by the second.

“Leo, I’m close. I’m so fucking close.”

“Give it to me,” he growled against me, and holy shit, if that didn’t run like electricity through my every nerve. “Let me taste you, baby. Come all over my face and show me how much you like this.”

What the absolute fuck? I’d never really been much for dirty talk, but the way every syllable dripped from Leo’s mouth was like burning honey, coating my very soul in hedonistic desire.

If that weren’t enough, one of his hands did leave my hips only for it to slide between my legs, too. The next thing I knew, his mouth moved enough to allow two of his fingers to slide within me, and he curled them justso.

“Leo!” That was just about the last intelligible thing I said before random syllables and noises began to fall out of my mouth, my brain forgetting how to function entirely. Everything within me was winding tighter and tighter, rapidly rushing toward one hell of a crescendo.

Leo paused long enough to give me one last order. “That’s it, baby, give it to me. I know you’re close. Don’t hold back. Show me how pretty you come. I know you’re going to be so fucking gorgeous.”

And then he went right back to devouring me.

I couldn’t say how long I lasted. Maybe it was mere seconds, maybe it was several minutes. Time had no meaning as I rapidly hurtled toward. my orgasm.

Nothing could have prepared me for when it finally hit. I was no stranger to using my vibrator or reading a particularly spicy romance novel to occupy myself in the late hours of the night, but those orgasms were nothing compared to what Leo had brought out of my body. Heat, molten and impossible, bordering on painful, but so incredibly perfect as it flooded through me. And thepleasure. Oh, God, the pleasure. I wouldn’t have been surprised if my eyes rolled back in my head and decided to stay there permanently. It felt like my soul was leaving my body, and fuck, did it feel good.

How was I ever supposed to return to only my Hitachi and my imagination again? Because although I had quite the creative mind, it had nothing on the wolf shifter who watched with rapt attention as I unraveled.

“There you go. God, you’re so perfect. You’re even more beautiful when you come. That’s it. Give me all you’ve got.”

Then his mouth was right back on me, drinking in my orgasm, tasting everything my body could possibly give him. It was so hot, it was nearly enough to get me going again, but overstimulation quickly set in. It had been so long since I’d had any intimate interaction with another person that I definitely wasn’t prepared for Leo’s sexual prowess.

Not that I was complaining. Not by a long shot.

It was when I whimpered that he finally pulled back, grinning at me like a cat who very much had got the cream instead of a fearsome wolf. His lips and chin shone with my arousal, and I blushed thoroughly, the flush creeping down my cheeks to my chest.

Oh, God, I’d just come all over Leo’s face, and it wasn’t like we were together or dating or anything. It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing. My self-consciousness began to seep in. What did he think of my being so wanton?

Leo noticed right away and quickly crawled up the bed, cupping my face in his hands.

“Hey, none of that. I can feel you pulling away. Ilovedthat, every moment of it. And if you don’t believe me, I’d be happy to do it all over again.”

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