“They’re beautiful. Won’t you touch them, Cyrus? Please?”
He growled and picked her up again, bringing her over to his bed. The comforter was soft beneath her back, and she pushed down farther into it.
“You like the silk, princess? I’ll drape you in it. When I let you get dressed.”
They undressed each other. Betsy had never felt such strong intensity as that radiating off of Cyrus. His focus was entirely placed on her, and, once he had her naked, he grinned in a way that could only be called wolfish. She narrowed her eyes. “What?”
“I’m going to do as you asked now.”
“What was that?”
“To please touch your breasts. I’m going to do that. A lot.” He bit down on her nipple, and she writhed on the bed beneath him. He smiled at her, his eyes crinkling. “Sensitive?”
“Apparently." She panted.
“I can see that.” He knelt over her and stroked his thumb down her stomach while his other hand cupped her breast. “I can also see that you have the most delicious curves. Everywhere they’re supposed to be, and they all belong to me.”
She ran her hand down his chest. He was built like some kind of mythical god. How many women talked to him every day while he wore his designer suits and had no idea of the body underneath? Betsy hadn’t imagined he looked like this. Her mouth watered, and for the first time, she let herself look all the way down at the complete package.
Something on her face must have given away her thoughts.
“Like what you see?”
“Yes.” There really wasn’t any other response. Cyrus was huge, bigger than any man she’d ever encountered. She’d had sex with only humans. Were all werewolves built like him? Werewolf women must be happy all of the frickin’ time.
She reached down and stroked him from his balls to the top of his cock. He groaned, and she grinned. “Roll over, big guy, and I’ll show you how much I like what I see deep in my mouth.”
“What?” He shook his head.
Had she not been clear? “I want to give you a blow job.”
“You do?”
She wasn’t exactly sure what was going on here. “Is that a problem? I mean, I don’t have to if that’s a problem for werewolves.” Had she committed some kind of sexual faux pas?
“No. I would love that.” He cleared his voice. “Another time. Okay? Tonight is about you.”
“It can be about both of us.”
“The night is young.” He kissed her hard. She wasn’t going to forget this part of the evening, but she wasn’t going to complain either. She’d get his cock in her mouth. He pulled back to grin at her before he scooted down toward the end of the bed.
“I need to taste you.” His voice sounded gravelly. “Right now.”
Before she could blink, he had his mouth on her pussy. She closed her eyes. His tongue was doing wicked things, and before long, he’d found her clit. He pushed on it, and she cried out. At this rate, she wasn’t going to last very long.
“Cyrus.” She cried out his name. “I’m going to come very fast like this.”
“I know. And then again and again.”
She laughed. Who was she to argue with that?
Chapter Nine
The woman drove him crazy, and if he didn’t find some kind of steadiness soon, he was going to lose it before he properly pleasured his mate. He hadn’t been this overexcited since…well…he couldn’t remember when.
She tasted like heaven, and her little noises of breathless delight spurred him to give her more. That’s all he wanted, to take care of her, to make her so happy she’d never think about leaving and stay with him forever like Lily had stayed with her Alpha.
His brain stuttered at his thought, and he pushed it away. This moment had nothing to do with the legend, and it had no place in his thoughts.
“Cyrus, please.”
He raised his head to look at her. She was a vision, sprawled on his bed with her hair fanned out in every direction with total abandon. Betsy belonged to him, and he wasn’t ever letting her go, even if he had to keep her like this all the time to convince her.
“Please what, princess?”
“I want you inside me.” She grabbed onto the sheets when he circled her clit with his thumb. Such a responsive lover. He could play with her for hours.
“I kind of am already. A part of my body is inside of you right now.” He swirled his hand over her clit again, and she gasped. Yes, he was going to make his mate come. Right then.
“Not the part I want in there.”
“Oh really?” He loved playing with her. “You’re not enjoying what we’re doing? I guess I could stop. Go make a sandwich.”