Page 63 of Sapphire Flame
I think you need something more.
Yes. Your cock. Driving hard.
He chuckled.I have something else in mind.
Still looking at her, he dipped lower. She gasped. “Oh.” Her voice sounded strange, almost pinched.
When he drove his tongue inside, her head rocked back all on its own and a deep groan floated up to the ceiling.
You like that?he asked, mind-to-mind.
Yes.God, yes.
He went to work and plunged his tongue into her like a piston. She’d forgotten that he was wolf, not just man. He had more power than a human male, more force, more quickness.
She gasped for air as pleasure built, as her sex began to reach for his tongue with each assault.
So close.
Her words gave him a nudge and his tongue went faster and deeper still. A second later, she was flying over the edge.
Ecstasy drove through her sex in a series of exquisite ripples, but it kept on driving and pushing up through her abdomen. Shivers chased over her body. Her breath caught on a searing cry.
He slowed for a moment but continued driving then suddenly he was plunging again. The action took her by surprise but not her body because another orgasm, more intense than the first raced through her and opened her throat for another long cry.
The divine aftermath relaxed all her muscles and she lay with her arms stretched over her head.
Grant continued to rub her thighs in long gentle strokes that felt like heaven. She wanted to keep him with her forever.
How had he known to do what he did?
The thought that grabbed her mind was how many women, how many female wolves he’d been with in his pack or in Savage. A growl formed in her throat, which she suppressed quickly. Yet a sudden spark of jealousy remained. She didn’t want Grant being with anyone else and she hated the thought of all the women who’d come before.
But her rational mind only laughed at her idiocy. Grant was a strong male and would need release. She had no doubt there were plenty of women in his pack who had helped him out. She forced her absurd thoughts away.
“Good?” Grant asked.
She opened her eyes. When had they closed? She met his gaze. There was a surprising tension around his eyes. “Very. Exquisite, in fact. Thank you.”
She lifted up on her elbows with only one desire, to give him some ease. Because right now, he looked wound up and not in a good way. “My turn, Handsome.”
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Grant’s brows rose. He tried to smile but couldn’t. Natalie’s words, the taste and smell of her, the sight of her wolf-sign which continued to chase over the surface of her skin, had his balls aching and his cock rigid.
Her swollen lips and flushed face, the glazed satiated look in her eyes, told him he’d done his job.
He wanted to enter her. He might have done it, too, but as he rose from his knees, he realized he was shaking.
The earlier sensation of needing to shift had become a profound drive he’d never experienced before, not while taking a woman to bed. He wasn’t sure what he needed to do. He struggled to control himself. He wasn’t sure what would happen if he shifted. He feared he’d do things that would hurt her.
“You’re showing a lot of fur sign.” Natalie sat up and let her legs rest over the side of the bed. Her hands went to his chest where aV-shape had formed in lines of his dark-and-buff-colored fur. She leaned in and took a long sniff. “That’s amazing. Like a sawmill.”
He started to back up, to give her room, but she said, “Stay right where you are.”
He’d been so preoccupied with not shifting, he didn’t realize her position in relation to his body.
“Come closer.” She grabbed his ass and urged him toward her.
