Page 66 of Sapphire Flame
She heard the second set of shutters clamp down firmly. She didn’t use the second set all the time, but sometimes grass on her bare feet gave her more peace of mind than anything else. She wondered if that was because she’d always had a latent wolf within her.
The remote gave her a chime that indicated the second area was secure from daylight. The monitor showed a darkened space. It would be nearly pitch black to a pair of human eyes, but heraltervision saw it in a glow.
“That’s it.” She hit the second key, which only worked if the all-clear chime went off. It raised the central patio steel shutter and revealed the lawn, shrubs and flowers that went back thirty feet. At the far end was a traditional, three-tiered fountain. The mural was the finishing touch.
“Holy shit. This must have cost a fortune because I didn’t see it when I flew in.”
“Yes, I paid a pretty penny for it, but this part of my garden pleases me to no end.”
She went to the sliding doors that worked on a folding system. She pushed back both sets so that the bedroom was now part of the outdoors. Though it was in late September, the early morning air was cool and wouldn’t be unbearably warm for a few more hours.
She took his hand, led him outside then halfway up the long rectangle of grass. “Sometimes I sleep out here.”
He squeezed her fingers gently. “I would, too.” He glanced around. “You’ve built something extraordinary here.”
“Thank you.” She chuckled. “I just never imagined I’d use the space for having sex with a hot wolf.”
His turn to laugh.
She turned into him and pressed a hand to his chest. Most of his fur had abated, but she loved what remained. “Feeling better?”
“Somewhat. So, what exactly did you have in mind?”
“Kiss me first then I’ll show you.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement than that. He slid his arms around her and slanted his lips over hers. She realized she loved kissing this man. He was strength and tenderness combined. She felt overcome by his masculinity, yet his lips and tongue were a symphony of soft seduction.
What had her moaning on the bed, took her straight back to her body lit with passion and fire.
Shit.His voice in her head, reminded her of his predicament.
She drew back and smiled. His chest was once more covered with fur. He slapped it. “You think you can take care of this?” He was clearly frustrated.
She didn’t try to argue with him. Instead, she turned away from him then very slowly lowered herself to the ground. She used levitation, so she could give him a show.
“Fuck. What are you doing?” She heard the incredulity in his voice, but she couldn’t see his face. “Natalie. Don’t. I won’t be able to—”
She switched to telepathy.Yes, you can. You won’t shift. You won’t need to.As she landed on her knees and her hands, she arched her back. She was more animal than human in this moment with her swollen sex on display for Grant to see.This is what your wolf wants. Now take it.
She heard him growl, a long, very wolfish sound that held a mountain of resonance. She felt him move in behind her and half-expected him to jump on her and get straight to business.
Instead, she felt his breath on her bottom and she gasped.You smell like heaven, Natalie. All this mint, lemons and woman.
He licked her sex in a long, insistent line.
This small thing, of tending to her first, made something inside her heart grow very vulnerable. Making love with Grant had become so much more than she would have ever believed possible. He was a wolf from Savage, yet he was the human he’d been before Five Bridges as well.
When he pierced her once more and tongue-fucked her, growls formed in her own throat. She needed more and arched her neck and howled, a soft plaintive sound.
He left her sex and leaned over her. “What do you need, fae-wolf? Tell me. Your wolf is talking to me and you were right. This was what I needed. If we bonded, I would take you in this position. So, what do you need?”
“I’m not sure.” Her voice was hoarse. Another howl wanted to let loose. Instead, she focused on his question and on her wolf.
What did she need?
The back of her neck ached. “I want you to bite me, Grant. Hard. Pin me, then take me. Can you do that?”
He didn’t say anything. Instead, he began shoving her long damp hair aside, pushing it over her shoulder. Moans left her throat in anticipation for what he would do and what it would feel like.
