Page 74 of The Healer and the Wolf: Part One

God, she was a vision. A renaissance masterpiece come to life, all spread and flush across the table. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, her shirt pulled up to reveal that deliciously soft stomach that never failed to get me going. Every part of her was carved out of perfection, designed to drive me wild but at the same time giving me the perfect place to worship.

Fuck, I was in love, wasn’t I?

Perhaps that was a strange question to ask myself after everything I had said to her, but as an alpha, as a shifter, the idea of loyalty and life debt wasn’t exactly new to me. And while I did feel those things for Ven in spades, I also knew it wasn’tjustthat.

We hadn’t even known each other that long, but that didn’t matter. While I hadn’t been human enough to have any sort of sexual attraction to her in my wolf form, I was still drawn to her even then, like a moth to a flame, but instead of it being a destructive sort of pull, it was edifying. I was a better person around Ven. She brought so much joy to all the little things in life, and frankly, the stuff she accomplished was impressive.

I had so much more to learn about her, almost as much as I had to learn about myself, and I couldn’t wait to see what the next chapters in our life would bring. I wanted to make her come again and again. I wanted her to scream so loudly that Ricky would hear her no matter how far away he was.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I breathed, wishing that some of the eloquence I had been working rather hard on stuck around once my cock got a mind of its own.

Ven came down from her orgasm long enough to pull her shirt over her head, and I froze in wonder.

Fuck, she really did have the most gorgeous tits. While I’d been attracted to women of all shapes and sizes all my life, I’d always had a particular soft spot for larger frames who could potentially kill me if they so desired. There was something so intoxicatingly sexy about having a strong partner submit to me, allow me to take over their body in its entirety.

Ven was hot, wet, and ready for me, so I gripped my cock and teased the head at her entrance. As much as the feral part of me wanted to just plunge in, I knew better than that. I watched my lover’s face, wanting to make it good for her.

“Don’t tease me,” she whined, and fuck if that didn’t make me pulse all the harder in my own grip. “Please, don’t tease me. I need you inside me, Leo.Now.”

Who was I to deny such a heartfelt request? I supposed I could pretend I had an ounce more control and make her wait, but honestly, that seemed needlessly cruel for the both of us. There would be time for such games, to have her begging and pleading for me, but right now, I needed to be buried inside of her.

“You have me,” I answered in a voice that wasn’t just my own—my wolf crept in. Then I was pressing into her, the warm, slick slide of her enveloping me. It practically made my eyes roll back in my head, and I couldn’t believe I had gone so long since the last time we’d slept together.

It hadn’t been expected, but I had been thrilled when it happened. Running through the rain with her, both of us completely uninhibited, was a memory that I would never forget, even if a group of warlocks tried to make me forget. It had been a revelation, and although at the time I had thought it was likely a one-off thing, I had still been so incredibly grateful that it happened.

But since I’d finally scrounged up the courage to tell her how I actually felt, I knew that if we survived the medical facility, it didn’t have to be a short fling. We could play and share in each other’s bodies whenever we wanted. We could be silly, we could be hedonistic and wild, we could be feral and do things to each other that would get us banned from a church. Whatever we wanted.

My luck really had turned around.

“Ven, fuck, you feel so good.”

It was stating the obvious, but all other vocabulary had flown right of my mind. Last time, I had been so careful to let her adjust to me, not wanting to cause her a hint of discomfort. After all, I hadn’t known then, hadn’t thought to ask, if she’d ever been with a man. Although Ven was breathtakingly beautiful, she did seem to be a loner.

Yet another reason why I was so grateful she had allowed me into her life.

“Don’t hold back,” she panted. “I can take it.”

Her words were like fireworks exploding in my mind and showering beautiful, heated sparks over the entire landscape. She wanted me to let go and give in to more of my beastly side? I could certainly do that.

My hands dug into those bountiful hips of hers, the ones that made me want to pin her to every available surface and fuck her silly, and I fully sheathed myself within her. I wasn’t going to lie, the hiss that quickly slid into a moan was quite the ego boost, and I gave her a few moments to catch her breath before pulling out and thrusting back in.

“Yes, like that. God, please just like that!”

I got lost in the rush of all the sensations. Her melodic voice urging me on, always asking for more when I was worried that I was too much. The soft jiggle and bounce of her body whenever my hips met hers. It was hypnotic, perfect, the way she’d clamped down on me whenever another surge of pleasure would take her that much closer to her second orgasm.

It was beautiful, and it was going to make me comewaytoo fast.

As caught up as I was in everything about the woman below me, I did have a bit of pride. Trying to slow down my own growing climax, I thought about the to-do list for the garden. It didn’t work as well as I wanted, but it would buy me a minute or so. Needing a little more help than that, I let go of her hips with one of my hands and reached down between us, my finger moving over her clit in the way I knew drove her crazy.

Sure enough, I felt her body respond to me almost immediately, her pussy clamping down on the length of my cock as I thrust into her, harder, faster.

“I’m close! I’m so close! Don’t stop. Oh, God, don’t you dare stop!”

I wasn’t planning on it. I kept my pace as steady as I could, putting all my focus into my hand. I wanted Ven to fall apart on my cock before I lost all control.

In the end, it was quite close. I leaned down and kissed her as she came, raking her nails down my chest. With the way her walls were milking me, I didn’t last more than a few beats. I let out a desperate groan and rutted wildly until I was spilling inside of her.

It was bliss. There was no other word for it. Pure, honest bliss between the two of us. We stayed there, sticky with sweat, and panting as we came down back to earth. After I’d caught my breath, I helped her into a sitting position.

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