Page 24 of Frostbite & Mistletoe
His thick cock lay on the inside of one brawny thigh. He followed her gaze and grinned at her.
She looked away, embarrassed at being caught staring.
Her own shift followed, smoother and quicker than his. She felt her bones realign and fur melt away, until she kneeled before him in her human shape once more. An icy draft prickled her bare skin, but heat bloomed inside her at the way Gabriel’s eyes darkened, his gaze traveling over her with unhidden hunger.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, voice rough with sleep and something deeper.“Your wolf, too. Both of you are perfect.”
Kymberlie flushed, warmth spreading from her cheeks down her neck to her breasts. Gabriel tracked the blush with his eyes, and his throat worked as he swallowed hard.
Her wolf paced anxiously beneath her skin, urging her forward with insistent whispers.Our mate. Claim him!
“Gabriel?” she whispered, his name half-plea, half-permission.
Then she leaned forward. Her mouth found his, her lips tentative at first. His mouth was softer than she’d imagined, contrasting with the roughness of his stubbled jaw against her skin.
His arms came around her. The kiss exploded into something desperate and demanding. When his tongue traced the seam of her mouth, she opened eagerly to him.
No one had ever kissed her like this—possessive yet generous, commanding yet questioning. She pressed closer, feeling the solid wall of his chest against her breasts. Her nipples hardened at the contact.
Gabriel groaned, the sound vibrating between them.
In one fluid movement, he scooped her up and carried her over to the bed. His body covered hers like a living shield. His weight felt right, protective rather than constraining. She ran her hands over the broad expanse of his back, tracing the ridge of his spine, feeling the tightly coiled strength in his muscles.
“I’ve wanted this since the moment you told me off for posting that closure notice,” he confessed against her throat. His teeth grazed the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, and she arched beneath him.
“Oh, so you like verbal abuse?” she gasped as his mouth traveled lower.
His chuckle rumbled against her skin.“Only when it’s coming from you, Kymberlie.”
His hands explored her with reverent intensity, cupping her breasts, his calloused thumbs sweeping over her nipples until she writhed beneath him. When his mouth replaced his fingers, sucking and teasing, she cried out, her fingers tangling in his thick hair.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmured against her heated skin.“Tell me what you need.”
What she needed was everything—his hands, his mouth, his body joined with hers. Her wolf pushed frantically at her consciousness, demanding completion of the mating bond.
“Touch me,” she managed, guiding his hand lower.
Gabriel followed her lead, his fingers stroking between her thighs with exquisite precision. She was already slick with need, and when he found the sensitive bud of her clit, she bucked against his hand.
“Like this?” he asked, circling slowly.
“Yes,” she breathed.“Just like that.”
He watched her face as he pleasured her, learning her responses, adjusting his rhythm to match her breathing. When he slipped first one finger, then two inside her, she nearly came undone.
“Gabriel—I’m close—”
“I’ve got you,” he promised, his voice husky with his own arousal.“Let go for me, Kymberlie.”
Her release hit like summer lightning, sudden and searing. She clung to Gabriel’s shoulders as waves of pleasure crashed through her, her body pulsing around his fingers. He kissed her through it, swallowing her cries, his free hand cradling the back of her head protectively.
As she floated back to awareness, she felt his hard cock poking her thigh. Without hesitation, she reached for him, wrapping her fingers around his impressive girth.
His breath hissed between his teeth as she stroked his length, learning the feel of him, what made his eyes flutter closed and his hips thrust instinctively.
“Show me what you like,” she said.
He covered her hand with his own, guiding her movements.
