Page 45 of A Touch of Flame
Chapter Six
Braden couldn’t think of a less likely alpha-mate to take back to his pack than a witch. Wolves hated witches. But of all the women he’d met over the past year-and-a-half, no female had made him smile more than Maeve. But would his wolves ever accept a witch?
The point was moot anyway. Neither of them was interested in a long-term anything.
Maeve had called it exactly right. Even if what they’d been sharing lasted only tonight, she’d eased him and he’d done the same for her. It was enough.
It took him only a few seconds to get rid of his boots and pants. By the time he was done, Maeve didn’t have a stitch on either, though she sat on the furs staring into the fire, her knees drawn up.
She was a beautiful woman, wild curly hair and all.
He dropped to his knees, leaned in and kissed the back of her neck. Her hair was short enough, he could nuzzle it away.
“I’ve been thinking. How did Gammet know you were in the park?”
“They’ve probably had scouts watching for me.” He kissed a slow line of kisses across the back of her neck.
“Why do you think they’re after you?”
He didn’t stop kissing her neck. He was hoping his efforts would drag her attention away from the park encounter. “I like kissing you Maeve. Your skin is so soft.”
“I take long bubble baths once a week and buff off all the dead skin. But you didn’t answer my question. Why has Veyda’s henchman been after you?”
“Because I’m after Veyda. At least, that’s the best I can figure. Maybe my investigation got too close to home.”
He slid his hand to her upper chest, near her shoulders. He began to massage her slowly.
“Oh, that’s nice. But you’ve been after Veyda for months. Why did she send a hit squad now?”
He drifted his hand lower and fondled the upper swell of her breasts. At the same time he nibbled on her neck and switched to telepathy.I don’t know. Maybe Veyda feels threatened. Um, do you think we could talk about this later?
Sure.
The flat sound of her voice inside his head, told him his seductions were only partially successful.
Braden, do you think I have too many shifters here? In my facility?
He knew then, that however willing Maeve might be to engage sexually, her brain was having a hard time shutting off. His wife had been like that. She’d been an industrious female in Maeve’s mold and sometimes whatever project she was working on would keep her from letting go.
He’d developed a couple of specific wolf techniques over the years to turn her focus straight at him and he thought he’d try one of them out now.
He opened his mouth wide and allowed a partial shift so that his wolf teeth would start to form and his jaw lengthen. It gave him the reach he needed as he took in the entire back of her neck. He bit down. Hard.
He heard her gasp. He maintained his hold and at the same time teased her breasts by running the palm of his hand from one nipple to the other in rapid succession. She moaned.
What are you doing to me? That feels so good.
I want you focused on me, Maeve. With me. Nothing less.He ground his teeth enough to let her feel the control he had over her and what he would do if she got distracted again.
He also knew by long experience that the sensation of his teeth deep into the skin without breaking through created a pressure that ran straight to her sex. It was one of the best parts of his wolfness.
Her body began to relax, though her hips grew restless.
He released his hold on her neck and guided her down on the furs but kept her on her side. He moved in behind her, rubbing his arousal down her bottom and between her legs from behind.
He continued to play with her breasts, lightly flicking the tips then massaging each one in turn. “I’m going to make you come, Maeve. Just like this. And you won’t be on your knees or your back.”
She moaned again and he felt her tremble.
