Page 73 of The Healer and the Wolf: Part One

Huh, I was always learning things about myself, wasn’t I?

The hard length of him pressed against my center, heat radiating from his pants. Now, that was thrilling in an entirely different way, and the urge to cant my hips against it was immense. But I couldn’t quite get the right angle, so I moved my hands to his hips and tugged him closer.

“Eager,” Leo rumbled into the side of my neck.

“For you? Always.”

That broke the infinite patience Leo had when torturing me, and suddenly, he was pushing my long skirt up to my waist. I hadn’t chosen it that morning with such intent in mind but, boy, was I pleased about how it was all working out.

“God, you smelldelicious,” he said, sending goosebumps up along my arms. “Just want to eat you.”

“You can,” I murmured, surprised at my ownchutzpah.

Leo seemed delighted by it, one of those indulgent grins spreading across his features. “Well, if you insist…”

“Wait, I didn’t… you don’t have?—”

But he was already kneeling between my legs. It was like time stretched out for a minute as I watched the ridiculously attractive man arrange himself comfortably. Was this really my life?

And there was also a slight trickle of guilt within me. With what few relationships I’d had, blow jobs were definitely more the norm while having my partner go down was more of a special occasion thing. But it certainly wasn’t that way with Leo. His impressive appetite expanded to eating things beyond food. I would definitely even the score if we managed to survive our next crazy plan.

My mind went blank as he draped my legs over his shoulders and kissed me through my underwear. I gasped at the sharp contrast of his featherlight kiss and him manhandling me. My legs were probably the densest, heaviest part of me, layered with very capable muscles I was pretty proud of. Even in the insanely anorexic inducing nineties, I’d always been proud of the thickness and power of my thighs. My calves were not that bad, either, if I did say so myself.

But Leo didn’t act as if they were heavy at all. They probably weren’t to him. It was so utterly fascinating to me just how strong shifters were naturally. And by fascinating I meant really fucking hot.

Eh, whatever. A strength kink wasn’t anything to be ashamed of.

“Hold on however you need,” Leo said. “Your only job is not to fall off this table.”

“I don’t really think that?—”

But then, I heard a rip of fabric as he tore my panties off, and then his mouth was on me. Fuck, I really did need to hold on to something.

Leo switched up the pressure, warming areas up to more direct touch, changing the shape of his tongue to make everything feel brand-new all over again. At first, I tried gripping the table, but the pleasure radiating out from my core was just too much. I didn’t know if I wanted to press harder into it or scramble away. It was so fucking good.

I twined my hands into his hair, gripping tightly as my hips moved against his mouth. My past partners would have freaked out if I did that, but the rumble from Leo’s chest and his increased vigor told me he liked it very much.

It didn’t take long for those first telltale signs of a climax to begin traveling up and down my spine. No one had ever brought me so close to the edge. I didn’t know if it was his enhanced wolf senses that let him read my body so well, or if it was just allhim, but whatever it was, I was so fucking grateful.

The leg shaking was only a couple of minutes behind, and then it was almost too much. Dizzy with pleasure, I feebly tried to push him away, but his grip on my legs tightened, stopping any sort of retreat.

“Lay back, baby,” he said.

God, I loved the way he sounded—half-animalistic, and yet completely in control. It was like a promise that he would show me things I’d never thought possible, that a girl like me could never do, but I would be safe the entire time. “Lay back and let me make you feel good.”

I did. The table was cool against my back, but my body was so hot with desire I barely noticed. I was wound tightly with it, ready to pop at any moment.

Leo used the new position to somehow press his face even further into me. I pulled at his hair, holding onto his head like it was my last lifeline. He didn’t object—I had a feeling Leo enjoyed my nails digging into his scalp.

My orgasm hit with such a force, I couldn’t even breathe. I arched off the table, my muscles clenching so tightly, I was sure I’d snap in two. Pure, unadulterated ecstasy flowed through every cell of my body, erasing all my troubles, all my worries. I knew it would all be back sooner than later, but for the moment, I basked in the bliss.

A girl really could get used to this.

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LEO

Ven was the sexiest woman I had ever met. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I stood up, breathing hard as I took in the sight of her spread out before me.

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