Page 9 of Wolf's Midlife Bite

“My pleasure.” He held his gaze on hers as he slid his fingers across her waistband to the button of her jeans and flicked it aside.

Her chest heaved, and her heart beat loudly in her ears. Robin had been mortified when he’d done this before, caught off-guard and self-conscious, but she could see the desire in his eyes and feel it in his fingertips as they traced along the very top of her panties, tugging them down ever so gently and just where he knew the tattoo to be.

Brody looked down as his touch glided over her. “It’s healing beautifully, but I’d expect that on such a perfect canvas.”

When those eyes flicked back to hers, she was undone. Their mouths came together, softly at first and then more demanding as they explored each other. The feel of his tongue against hers sent the same sizzling energy through her body as his fingers on her bare skin did, and she pressed her hands against his back. Robin felt the long lines of hard muscle leading up to those wide shoulders and raked her fingers upward through the back of his hair.

His moan vibrated in her mouth as he plunged his hands inside the open waistband of her jeans. His fingers roved over her curves, cradling handfuls of her hips and buttocks.

Robin moved backward, knowing the way without having to look up from what she was doing. She skirted the side table near the front door as she clutched at the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, leaving it draped over her purse. She backed into the hall as he thumbed open her blouse, sliding it off her shoulders. Somewhere along the way, she stepped out of her shoes and kicked them aside, hearing the echoing thumps as he did the same.

Her bedroom was only dimly lit by the overhead light in the living room, but it was enough for her to appreciate the hardness of his body as they tumbled onto the bed. His arms were thick and muscled, his chest wide. The man might be an artist, but he had the body of a lumberjack.

He stripped off her jeans and flung them aside before tracing his kisses down her throat to the swell of her breasts. She moaned softly when he dipped his tongue inside the lacy material to tease her nipple. Robin let out a breath as he sent yet another wave of heat through her body.

Letting her hands roam, Robin felt the stiffness of his bulge through his jeans. His obvious need for her sent waves pulsing through her blood as she released him from the last of his clothes and took his hard member into her palm. His breath shivered with every stroke, escalating her need for him. She pressed him against her entrance as his mouth left her breast to return to her lips, and a gasp of pleasure escaped her as they converged.

Robin reeled at the way he felt inside her, moving, rocking, coaxing, throbbing. Power and pleasure rippled through her body. Tingles of energy converged with those ripples as his chest hair brushed against her nipples. The way he touched her and kissed her, so gentle yet so full of craving, made her feel like a goddess. Her body clenched around him, then burst into spasms of ecstasy, urging on his own pleasure as rapture overtook them.

She smiled as she lay panting in his arms. Yes, Brody had definitely shaken things up a little.

5

Quick on your feet.Good. Nice dodge!Brody’s hackles rose with pride as he watched his nephew move with agility. He observed carefully, analyzing Hunter’s every movement, ready to give feedback that would help him fight should the need arise. If he turned away from his foe before the battle was over or exposed any vulnerability, he would need to work on it.

Their packmate Conner’s teeth snapped viciously, just barely missing the fur on Hunter’s rump as he danced away over the flat rock they’d chosen as their battleground.

Hoo hoo hoo! Can’t get me, loser!Hunter teased.

The younger packmates could learn plenty of lessons from him, but Brody knew they needed to learn some on their own. Brody watched the look in Conner’s eyes shift, and he knew that Hunter was about to do just that.

Wanna bet?With a swiftness that rivaled Hunter’s, Conner lowered his furry head and charged. His shoulder rammed right into Hunter’s side as the younger wolf was busy gloating, sending him sprawling off the rock and into the dirt and leaves surrounding it.

The other young wolves who’d gathered to watch were yipping with excitement over the upheaval.

Hey, that’s cheating!Hunter was smaller and more nimble, and it only took a moment before he was on his paws again and charging up onto the rock.

No, it’s not.Brody stepped quickly between them, giving his nephew a stern look.You’re quick, and that’s a distinct advantage for you, but it doesn’t mean you’re impervious. You should all know your strengths and weaknesses; sometimes, they can be the same thing.

Hunter looked around Brody, no longer snarling but obviously still pissed.It’s not my fault he plays college football. Of course he’d tackle me like that.

Yeah, and it worked, too.Conner was proudly standing his ground, clearly pleased with himself but trying not to boast.

The muscles in Brody’s face twitched. They might all look like wolves, but they were still young men. He liked seeing how they’d grown over the years, watching them build their confidence and learning to rein it in just enough. It was something he’d been missing in his life for a while. Hell, Devin would be just about as old as some of these boys now. No, not boys. Young men. It tugged at his heart, but he shook it off when he saw how much everyone was reacting to the round that’d just ended.

All right. I think that’s about enough for today.

Grumbling growls sounded through the air.

I want a rematch,Hunter insisted.

Anytime,Conner replied.

No. Next time,Brody corrected. He pulled his human form back to the surface. The cool breeze rippled through his fur as it retreated, and he felt as much as heard the faint cracking in his skull as his muzzle flattened and returned to a human shape. He looked around as the rest of them did the same. It would be much easier to keep them all in check this way without everyone’s thoughts echoing through his mind.

“I know everyone feels like they have something to prove,” he began, eyeing the last two contenders, “but this isn’t about who beats who out here. Our pack might be more traditional than some, but we’re not so old-fashioned that we fight for sheer power.”

And if they were, he noted, Hunter would be getting a run for his money. If Rex never had kids, he could become Alpha one day. Brody knew that was exactly why Hunter was so confident in himself—and why he was so butthurt that Conner had managed to beat him. The fact that Conner hadn’t even known he was a wolf until his teenage years probably didn’t help, either.

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