Page 41 of Howling Mad
I wind my arms around his neck, pressing closer as his hands roam my back, my hips, and my thighs.Every touch ignites new flames beneath my skin.After running together in wolf form, our bodies hum with the energy of the approaching full moon, and there’s no patience left in either of us.
Michael lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the blanket we’d laid out earlier.When he lowers me onto it, I pull him down with me, unwilling to break contact even for a moment.
“Finley,” he whispers against my neck, the word somewhere between a prayer and a growl.“I want you so much it hurts.”
“Then have me,” I say, arching against him.“I’m yours.”
His eyes flash gold at the words, and his control slips further.He trails hot kisses down my neck and across my collarbone, taking his time now despite our urgency.When his mouth finds my breast, I gasp, tangling my fingers in his hair.
“Michael, please.”Need coils tightly inside me.“I can’t wait.”
Understanding my desperation, he moves back up my body, positioning himself between my thighs.Our eyes lock as his cock enters me in one smooth thrust, making us both cry out at the perfect sensation of fullness.For a heartbeat, neither of us moves, overwhelmed by the intensity of connection.
Then I roll my hips, and restraint shatters for us both.He begins to move, each thrust deep and purposeful, hitting exactly the right spot to make stars explode behind my eyelids.I meet him movement for movement, our bodies finding the same perfect synchronicity we’d discovered while running.
“Look at me,” he says softly, and I open my eyes to find his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that steals my breath.“I want to see you.”
The vulnerability of being so completely seen, in both forms and my most unguarded moments, pushes me closer to the edge.I dig my nails into his shoulders, probably leaving marks, but he doesn’t seem to mind.If anything, the slight pain spurs him on as his movements become more urgent.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, dropping his forehead to rest against mine.“So perfect, Finley.Made for me.”
The words trigger something primal in me, and my release builds, tightening like a spring ready to uncoil.“Michael, I’m going to come.”
“Yes…” He growls, his rhythm faltering slightly.“Come for me, love.Let me feel you.”
The endearment, so casually given in such an intimate moment, sends me over the edge.I shatter around him as pleasure fills me, making me cry out his name.He follows almost immediately, his cock twitching inside me as he finds his release while burying his face in the curve of my neck.
We lie tangled together afterward, skin cooling in the forest air, and heartbeats gradually slowing.Michael traces patterns on my back with gentle fingers, dropping occasional kisses on my forehead, my temple, and the tip of my nose.
“That was...I… You… We were…” I search for words adequate to describe the experience and fail.
“Transcendent,” he says, and I laugh softly at the perfect accuracy of it.
“Yes.Exactly that.”
We lie in comfortable silence, watching the sky darken through gaps in the canopy overhead.The first stars appear, and the moon grows brighter and more dominant.
“We should probably get dressed,” I say eventually, though I make no move to disentangle myself from him.
“Probably.”He tightens his arms around me.“In a minute.”
I rest my head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.“Thank you for meeting my parents today.”
“Thank you for introducing me.”His voice rumbles pleasantly beneath my ear.“I think your mother may have already booked a venue for our mating ceremony.”
I groan.“I’m so sorry about that.”
“Don’t be.”He tips my chin up to look at him, his expression suddenly serious.“They love you and want you to be happy.That’s precious.”
I blink back tears.His family, except for Aunt Eleanor, has never supported his choices.What must it be like to see parents who, despite their overbearing tendencies, so clearly want their child’s happiness?
“They’ll love you, too,” I say softly.“Once they get to know you.”
“I hope so.”He kisses me lightly.“Because I intend to be around for a very long time.”
“Promise?”I ask, the word carrying more weight than it suggests.
His smile is slow and sure.“Promise.”
