Page 42 of Act of Brotherhood
That made his breath catch. Exactly how much experience did she have pleasing a man orally?
His wolf, which had been ready to curl up and nap after an amazing orgasm, stirred to life once more. A low growl built in him as he thought about Nicolette with other men.
Mine.
Garth jolted slightly. He wassogoing to kill Auberi the next time he saw him.
“Garth?” asked Nicolette as she blinked up at him. She held his cock and planted a tender kiss on the end of it. “Was that okay?”
Okay? It was the best he’d ever had. He only wished he could have held out longer to enjoy it more. It was on the tip of his tongue to apologize for coming so fast but the sight of her there, on her knees, in jeans and a bra, was far too tempting for him to resist. He bent and lifted her quickly, making her breath catch in the process. “Bedroom or right here?”
She nodded in the direction of the staircase.
He hurried to it and carried her up the stairs. She pointed to a door and he went to it. As he opened it, a familiar scent hit him. He stiffened and squeezed her tight.
Too tight, from the sound of her tiny cry.
Garth released her fast and set her on his feet as he stared around her room, looking for the source of the scent. One he knew as well as he knew his own smell. After all, the scent belonged to his twin brother.
One second the scent of Grid was there, and then it was gone, replaced with the scent of strawberries and powdered sugar—of Nicolette.
Garth’s wolf surged up. It wanted to be sure the woman was safe, and his brother was not a threat. It also wanted something else from Nicolette. Something far more than just sex.
It wanted to mark her as his.
To claim her.
Fucking Auberi and his meddling.
He couldn’t worry about that now. First, he needed to deal with Grid. His brother couldn’t be permitted near the female. Garth knew in that second, he would die to protect the woman he was with. To hell with the fact he barely knew her. She was his—and no one touched his woman.
Mine?
That damn word haunted him again, yanking him from his focus on his brother’s scent.
Nicolette put her back to Garth, as if she didn’t have a care in the world, and then tipped her head. She stared at her open bedroom window. “I know I shut that before I went downstairs. I heard thunder, and I checked to be sure it was closed all the way.”
“What was closed?” asked Garth, concern moving through him.
“Yes. But it’s been popping open lately. I need to call someone to look at it and the back door.”
He went to the window and looked out at the night. There was nothing there. Had he imagined his brother’s scent?
Was the serum fucking with his senses that much?
“Garth?”
His focus returned to Nicolette as she reached behind her and undid her bra. The second it slid down her arms and onto the floor, all of Garth’s worries and concerns fell away with it.
Nicolette turned to face him, and he soaked in the sight of her bare breasts. He didn’t remember walking towards her, but he was suddenly there, standing in front of her, his large hands cupping her breasts. He bent and planted a chaste kiss between the soft mounds on his way down her body. It was his turn to remove her jeans and unwrap the prize inside.
When he saw matching navy-blue panties, he couldn’t help but grin. The woman was amazing.
Garth took his time, inching her jeans down her legs slowly. He skimmed his fingers over her hot skin and did his best to restrain himself as he eased her socks off and then her jeans.
He stared up the length of her, noting just what a vision she was standing there in nothing but sexy panties. Garth leaned in and inhaled her womanly scent, committing it to memory before he slid her panties aside and buried his face in her mound. She kept a neatly trimmed triangle of hair there, and the feel of it against his stubble-covered face drove him wild. Unlike some men, Garth preferred his woman to have hair there. He kept her panties pushed to the side as he parted the folds of her pussy. He slid his tongue in and over her clit.
Odin above, the woman tasted like forbidden fruit. Never again would he look at strawberries and powdered sugar the same way again.
