Page 79 of Stealthy as a Wolf

I grew tired much too soon for my liking, my endurance lacking, and I soon found myself sitting on the sidelines while the men wrestled and mock battled. Much to my amusement, Matty didn’t show an ounce of fear as he meandered among them, coming to a stop by my side before rubbing up against me with his affectionate, if somewhat broken, purr.

Only when Matty was sure that he had my full attention did he shift back to his human form in a blast of gold light that shimmered in the air. He remained seated by my side, completely comfortable in his nakedness. He seemed content to watch the men, his hands running along my back, his clever fingers sinking into my thick fur.

I was so distracted by his ministrations that my focus switched from the men to him. Following his lead, I pulled back on my wolf and shifted. The process was faster this time, the transition smoother. One moment, I was a wolf, the next, I was lying next to him, belly-down and buck naked.

Matty’s hand faltered on my bare back for a second, then he resumed his stroking, dragging his palms lightly along my spine from neck to ass. The sensations were both soothing and agitating at the same time, and I hovered between being awake and asleep.

After being able to shift, I was surprised to realize I felt more settled in my human body. While I was a little disappointed to know the wildness remained, I no longer felt like I was a step away from turning feral. I no longer felt myself slipping, and it left me with a sense of peace I never expected to find.

Matty squeezed the back of my neck, then spoke to the others. “Go. Stretch your legs. Hunt. Search the perimeter.” He brushed my hair to the side, his clever hands working along my neck in a way that left me boneless. “We’ll stay behind and start supper.”

I cracked open an eye to see the others had stopped roughhousing, watching me with assessing eyes. When they hesitated, I waved them away. “We’ll be fine. I promise.”

They strode toward me, each sniffing and licking at me as they said goodbye, then they turned tail and trotted off into the trees. I didn’t move for a full second, not wanting to give up the peacefulness of the moment. Matty allowed me a short reprieve, continued stroking along my spine for a minute longer, then his hand came to rest on the back of my neck, and he gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Stay here,” Matty leaned down and whispered into my ear. “I’ll grab your clothes.”

I shivered at his husky voice, snapping to attention when he stood and strode across the clearing.

Completely naked.

I watched the rhythmic flex and release of his gorgeous ass, almost hypnotized by the movement.

Fuck me if it wasn’t a thing of beauty.

I bit my lip against the urge to stalk him, hungry for the taste of him. Matty was so focused on his mission that he was totally unaware of my obsession. He quickly retrieved my clothes, then strode back to me, fussing with a streak of dirt on my shirt.

It wasn’t until he was only a yard away that he looked up and froze. His green eyes darkened, and his arms dropped to his sides as he completely forgot what he was doing. I sat slowly, watching as he strangled my clothes in his fist.

His cock bloomed before my eyes, hardening until it slapped against his stomach. Starved for his touch, I leaned back on my hands and spread my legs in silent invitation. He took a shuddering breath, his nostrils flaring like he could smell my desire, and he let out a hungry moan.

When he licked his lips, my core clenched, and a whine caught in the back of my throat at the thought of him touching me. His expression turned feral, and I couldn’t hold back my snarl. “If you don’t touch me soon, I’m going to start without you.”

The warning was enough to spur him into action. My clothing hit the ground, forgotten, and he charged toward me in nothing but a blur. I expected to be crushed under his weight, not scooped up in his arms. With a startled squeak, I clung to him as he jogged up the steps and barged into the cabin, his lips on mine even before we passed the doorway.

He stumbled across the kitchen floor, his mouth devouring mine. When we reached the kitchen table, he perched my ass on the edge, then tore his mouth away…only to reach behind me and shove the groceries to the floor.

Eager to have his attention back, I twisted to help. I was stretched halfway across the table, pushing the last bag to the ground, when I noticed the stillness behind me.

Matty snarled, then his hands were on my hips. He flipped me over until I was bent over the table, stretched out before him. I gasped when my nipples came into contact with the chilled surface. I jerked away from the cold, only for his hand to land firmly between my shoulder blades and push me back down.

My moan caught me by surprise, my nipples tightening further.

“Don’t move,” he said with a husky growl, claws resting against my skin in clear warning.

I should’ve been pissed that a man was trying to order me to do anything, but it was different with Matty. His rough demand sent desire thrumming through my body. Eager to find out where this would lead, I went completely still, practically quivering while I awaited his next command.

Only when he was sure I wouldn’t move did he drag his hand down my spine, and I couldn’t suppress a shiver when his claws skated lightly across my skin, leaving a trail of delicious fire in its wake. He didn’t stop when he reached my ass, and I fucking quivered as those claws indented my skin, then traveled farther south and down the backs of my thighs.

I wasn’t even aware of him dropping to his knees until he reached the backs of my knees, and my legs threatened to give out. He took advantage of the weakness by capturing my foot. He picked it up, bending my leg, then placing my foot on the chair, the position leaving me open to him. The cool air on my heated pussy left me feeling overly sensitive. My face burned, and I couldn’t stop a groan when I noticed how wet I was for him.

Needing his touch, I angled my hips and wiggled my ass, expecting him to accept my offer and thrust into me at any second. Instead, his warm mouth landed on my clit. Startled by the unexpected contact, I jerked, then gave a guttural groan and melted against the table as he slowly, thoroughly, licked me from front to back.

My hips bucked involuntarily, and I spread my legs, angling my hips in a demand for more, seeking pressure where I needed it most.

And nearly sobbed when he obeyed without question.

The texture of his tongue was deliciously rough, each stroke adding just enough pressure to make my eyes roll back up in my head. I wasn’t aware that I was thrusting against him until his fingers landed on my clit. He licked up my juices, then eagerly slid back for more.

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