Page 41 of The Healer and the Wolf: Part One

I stared into those dark eyes of his, thoroughly enraptured by everything he was. He meant it. I saw no hint of a lie in his eyes. It was so strange to think he had gone from a shell of a man who couldn’t remember who or what he was to the charming and engaging shifter I’d come to know. Never in a million years had I thought the man I had to teach how to shower would be so self-assured and present.

Thinking about that definitely got me caught up in the emotion of it all, and the next thing I knew, I was closing the distance between us, my lips crashing against his as I poured all my emotions into the kiss. The taste of me on his lips sent a thrill through me, and my stomach dipped a little. I was tempted to take him up on his offer of going for round two, but then I felt his hard length pressing urgently against my soft stomach, practically throbbing against my skin.

I wanted him. I wanted him rightnow.

So, when we broke the kiss, I leaned back and gave him my best come-hither look, spreading my legs wider to accommodate his hips. A rumble came from his chest, and goosebumps rolled down the taut flesh of his arms.

“I’m ready for you.”

It was a simple sentence, yet it contained so much—a world-changing amount of meaning, but I meant it. As I looked up into Leo’s devastatingly handsome face, I knew what I wanted without even the slightest inkling of doubt.

And what I wanted washim.

Sure, we weren’t a couple, and there had been no discussion of how things would be afterward, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was the moment and everything we were willing to experience together.

“Fuck, baby,” Leo growled. It was more of a raw sound than actual speech. “Are you sure?”

“More than anything.”

He let out a snarl and repositioned himself, so his cock rested against my entrance. This time, I was certain I could truly feel a pulse from him, and it made me nearly dizzy with desire. I’d always had a high sex drive, but nothing killed it faster than boyfriends acting like having any sex beyond a quickie was such an inconvenient obligation.

But Leo didn’t act like any of it was an obligation at all. In fact, he seemed to celebrate every single second, every act, every touch.

“Look how wet you are for me,” he murmured, dragging the head of his cock back and forth across my clit. “So pretty and pink.”

Another flush spread across my body in a warm wave. Leo chuckled and stopped his teasing to watch the shift in color.

“How can you be so fucking sexy but so adorable at the same time?” he murmured.

I didn’t really have an answer for that, which was fine, because Leo dipped down to kiss me again. It was softer this time. Sweeter. Slow and lazy in a way I hadn’t expected, because just a second earlier, the tension had been so high, like it would snap the moment Leo slid into me, sending us into a new reality with entirely new rules.

Now, however? There was no rush, no precipice we were about to topple over. We were merely two people finding solace in each other after a storm.

That peace, that tranquility, however, could only last so long. Soon, the pressure began to build up between us. I began to whine and gently bit his lower lip, tugging slightly.

The rumble from Leo’s chest was gratifying. He pushed himself up again, lining up the head of his cock with my entrance. Precum beaded on the tip, shiny and waiting for me.

Thank God I’d been on birth control for years—I had pretty severe cramps and PMDD—because the idea of stopping now and asking for a condom was impossible. Besides, after several years of being entirely alone in my home, I didn’t have any, and I was certain Leo didn’t, either. Not unless the curse that trapped him as a wolf had someveryweird magical pockets that came along with it.

“I’m ready,” I breathed, even though a very small part of me was a little hesitant. I hadn’t had sex in alongtime, and Leo wasn’t small.

Not small at all.

“I know, baby. I know. Please let me savor this. You look so perfect all spread out beneath me.” Then he pushed forward ever so slightly. Not enough to fully sink inside of me, but enough to feel the first hint of the delicious stretch that was in store for me.

I couldn’t wait.

“That’s it, baby. Let me in. Let me feel you.”

His voice was like a drug, my vision going hazy as I sank further under his influence. I wanted to wrap myself up in it and never let go, drown in everything that was his.

Reaching up, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him down to me, wanting to feel his chest against mine. He was always sowarm,and I craved that heat across my entire body.

The movement made him sink that much deeper into me, and I gasped, not sure if I wanted to surge toward or away from him. For a moment, I was stuck between that uncertain edge of pleasure and discomfort, lingering above the ardor I so desperately wanted to devour me.

“There you go. You’re almost halfway. You’re such a good girl, taking me so perfectly. You were made for this, weren’t you? So soft, so wet for me, needing to be filled.”

I could only whimper as I raised my legs and curled them around his waist. And just like every other movement, that made him slip in a bit farther.

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