Page 64 of Sapphire Flame
Before he could stop her or explain his difficulty, her mouth was on him.
Oh. God.
Warm. Wet. Gentle. Sucking.
Natalie had taken him in her mouth. Nothing had ever been more welcome and for whatever reason it calmed his wolf, at least for the moment.
He settled his hand on her nape and arched his hips. One thrust in. So good.
Her hands were free, and she used them. She glided her palms up and down his thighs then over his abdomen. She raked her nails across his skin low, near his cock. Pleasure washed over him in shivers, everywhere she touched him.
She rimmed her tongue along the sensitive ridge and he groaned. A hand glided over his balls and he spread his legs a little more. She caressed his testicles and with a finger pushed at all the sensitive tissue, then stroked the perineum.
So much pleasure.
He thrust again. She caught his cock with her wet mouth and pulled back with a firm tug all the way to the crown, then brought him back into her mouth. She repeated the process.
He was getting close, but he didn’t want to come like this. He needed to be inside her.
“Wait.”
She slowed her movements, then stopped as she released his cock from her mouth. She looked up at him and waited.
“I want to be inside you.”
“I want that, too.” She moved backward on the bed, with her legs spread wide purposefully.
He groaned as her sex came into view, streaming and ready for him. She held out her arms.
There were no other preambles. He stretched out on top of her and using his hand to guide his missile, he found her opening. With his crown seated, he settled his forearms on either side of her shoulders and began to push.
Her whole body did a roll of pleasure which drew him deeper.
He pulled back, then pushed some more.
She groaned and cried out. “You feel so good.” Her hands gripped his shoulders.
He looked down at her, at the faint freckles across the bridge of her nose, at her beautiful, passion-drenched hazel eyes, her swollen lips.
Slowing his thrusts, he leaned down and kissed her.
Her gaze bored into his. For a moment, he felt as though he saw all that she was, the loving wife she’d been to her husband, the hopeful mother, the powerful fae who’d built a home for herself in Revel, even a wolf. His heart expanded as though trying to reach her by punching through his sternum. He wanted this woman. He wanted to possess her in every way possible.
He kissed her again. She responded with a moan and with a dip of her tongue between his lips. He curled his hips and thrust hard.
She cried out, her back arching.More.Her voice in his head was like a drug.
His lips found hers again and he worked her mouth the way his cock plunged in and out of her sex.
She raked her nails along his flesh and his wolf loved it.
But that was the problem.
His wolf had begun making serious demands again. Fur sprouted over his entire chest and he could barely keep his nose from elongating. In a sudden flurry of pain, his legs and arms cramped.
He withdrew from her and howled in pain. He planted his hands on his thighs.
She leaned up on her elbows. “Grant, what’s wrong? What’s happened? Your eyes are gold and you’re showing so much fur.”
