Page 39 of The Healer and the Wolf: Part One

And now he was carrying me to my bed like I weighed nothing, which was definitely not the case. From our gardening projects, I knew Leo was strong, but I wasn’t prepared for howeffortlesshe made it seem.

It definitely got my blood flowing, and it was already going at a damn good pace. My heart was thundering so hard, he had to hear it, but I was in no position to calm it down. Every nerve-ending in my body was alight, full of wants and passion I hadn’t felt in years.

It was a welcome, heady rush. When he set me down on my bed, I became all that more acutely aware of his straining erection.

It waslarge.Not comically so, but certainly longer and thicker than any equipment I had dealt with before. Considering I’d only really had my vibrator and a pillow to play with for the past three years, I was nervous how I would… accommodate it.

All those worries vanished when Leo bent and kissed me. It was harder than our exchanges in the shower, full of a dominance he hadn’t quite shown before. But I eagerly followed his lead, letting his mouth move against mine as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

My mind was going one million miles a second, racing to catalogue every single sensation, every minute detail my brain could pick up. I knew not to put too much stock into what we were doing, that this wasn’t two people falling deeply in love and sharing their bodies in some sort of holy union.

But itwascompanionship. It was the two of us understanding an ache in each other, yet also celebrating the joy of living. We’d both been through so much. Although I would argue Leo much more than me. Was it so wrong to seek solace in each other’s touch?

I didn’t think so.

So, I kissed him back. I kissed him hard and with everything I had, my tongue sliding over his, until he pulled back. I couldn’t help but let out a whine at the break in contact, but he just shooshed me with a finger to my lips.

Naturally, I did the only thing a desperately turned-on woman could do in such a situation: I drew his finger into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, alternating between sucking it and laving it with attention.

Leo shivered, and the rumble that escaped his chest made me outright dizzy. I loved how he was so deeply affected by me, even though it seemed truly impossible.

“The things you make me want to do,” he growled, kissing his way down my chin and my neck. Every kiss made my body ache in a way I hadn’t known possible. My clit throbbed desperately for attention, and liquid heat pooled between my legs. I couldn’t remember the last time I was so hard up. It seemed like an entirely different lifetime.

“Then, do them,” I whispered, proud of myself for being even remotely coherent when my brain was quickly getting lost to the haze of arousal taking over me.

The laugh that left his mouth was outright wicked, and it lit a fire in my belly that desperately needed to be quenched. Leo kissed his way down my body, his hands digging hard into my sides. I loved the sharp sting of it. It was grounding, giving me something to latch on to while the pleasure sent me spiraling higher and higher.

I truly felt drunk, but I hadn’t had alcohol since college, when I was so lost and detached from everything that I’d needed something to make existing a little less painful. This intoxication was so much better. It was pure, natural, and I wouldn’t have a wicked hangover or sore liver the next day. No, this promised only pleasure and the faintest hint of pain to make it that much sweeter.

“Please,” I begged as Leo took one of my nipples into his mouth, teasing the taut pebble with his tongue. I didn’t quite know what I was pleading for, but the words tumbled out of their own volition. Which was fine. My brain was much more occupied with other things.

Like the way he alternated between flicking his tongue around my nipple and sucking. I wanted to arch up against him, but his hands held me fast, forcing me to drink in every ounce of pleasure he gave me.

“You taste so fucking good,” Leo growled into my sensitive skin before switching to my other breast.

I wanted to grab his head and hold him tighter against me, so I gave in to the temptation and buried my hand in his thick hair. It wasn’t nearly as long as I’d thought it might be considering how long he was trapped as a wolf and how thick his beard had been, and I couldn’t help but wonder how everything about shifters worked.

However, all those questions flew from my head when his lips left my breast and he peppered kisses over my ribs, the swell of my stomach, down below my belly button.

My breath hitched as he parted my thighs, his grip unforgiving in the best way. I wanted him tomakeme take it. To be so overwhelmed by everything he was making me feel that only his hold could keep me tethered to the earth.

I glanced down, and all my breath left me when I saw him looking back at me, his pupils blown so wide with desire that his irises were almost black. Maybe it was just my imagination, but his lips were sitting a bit differently than before, as if pushed outward by his canines growing larger within his own mouth.

“I’m going todevouryou.”

Holyfuck.

In all our time together, he’d never sounded wild and dangerous. It should have scared me, but it only made me burn hotter. Cravemore.

I didn’t know where it came from, but a lick of defiance burned through me. “Do your worst,” I rasped, throat dry.

And by his worst, I most certainly meant his best.

“Greedy,” he hissed, lowering his face until I felt his hot breath ghosting over my pussy. “I love it. You’ll take everything I give you, won’t you?”

I wasn’t used to seeing this dominant, unreserved Leo, but, oh, did I love it. I wanted more of it, over and over again until I couldn’t think. Being so openly, relentlessly desired unlocked something within me—something primal I’d never experienced before—and I wantedsomuch more of it.

But then his mouth was on me, andallhigher brain function ceased.

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