Luke’s brow knitted. “Yup. Is it okay to leave? Lyra’s waiting on me.”
“Sure. Go ahead. I’ll take it from here. And thanks.”
“Yup.” Luke jerked his head up and down, then pivoted and headed in the direction of his teepee. Although a teepee wasn’t the usual style of home for a shifter, much less a werebear, Lyra had chosen their home in deference to her Native American culture. That and because shape-shifters like her liked that a teepee was easy to break down and put up in a different location.
He waited until Luke had gone into his teepee before pushing through the flaps of the tent. Only a couple of candles remained lit, but his eyes adjusted easily going from the darkness outside to the interior of the tent.
He found her, curled into a ball near the back of the tent. Unlike many of the other werewolves, they’d kept the tent as one large open area instead of using quilts and other materials to section off parts into smaller rooms. He crossed the open area and gazed down at her.
Her dark hair spread out behind her as though a strong breeze was blowing it away from her body. Her eyelashes feathered her cheekbones and pointed toward the full lips that were slightly parted. A rose hue colored her skin and her breaths came in a soft, even rhythm. She had one of the quilts pulled over her body, but her bare shoulder peeked out from underneath the material.
How does she get more beautiful every time I see her?
He tugged off his clothes, careful to keep quiet. If he was going to wake her, then he’d bring her out of her sleep in a very special way.
Kneeling beside her, he touched her cheek with a gentle stroke of the back of his fingers. She moaned and stirred, then rolled over on her back. The tip of one breast slipped out from under the quilt.
His gaze fell on her, taking in the brown tint of her areola. Her nipple was already taut and he wondered if it was due to the chill or from his touch. She was the perfect size for him to cup in the palm of his hand. He could already feel the soft give of her skin as he squeezed it.
Would she get angry at him for watching her while she slept? Or would she get turned on?
If she woke up and wanted him to stop, would he have the strength to do as she asked? Or would his desire for her mixed with his inner wolf howling at him to take her be too much to resist?
Either way, he had to find out.
He leaned over and flicked the tip of his tongue over her nipple. She moaned and he paused, waiting to see if she’d open her eyes. When she didn’t, he did it again as he reached up and held her other nipple between his fingers. Her nipples hardened even more. His cock twitched to life, growing large in only a few seconds.
He sat back and removed his hand. He flattened his hands on his knees, keeping them there as a form of delicious torture. How much sweeter would it be to touch her after not doing so? But his resistance was too low to hold out for long.
Taking the hem of the quilt, he tugged it, bringing it down her flat stomach to stop at her waist. She was naked. At least from what he’d seen so far. Only then did he see a dress lying on a nearby quilt along with a pair of moccasins. He guessed that Lyra had brought her a fresh change of clothing and had more than likely taken her other clothes to wash for her. He reminded himself to thank Luke’s mate. Callie was a sexy sight in her jeans and T-shirt, but he’d bet she’d look even better in the simple dress. Just thinking about sliding his hand under the soft material and finding her without panties made his cock grow bigger.
She mumbled something under her breath that even his sensitive hearing couldn’t pick up. Then, to his delight, she kicked the quilt off.
Her beauty lay before him. Long, silky legs spread apart as she squirmed in her sleep. Her mons was covered with dark curly hair that led to the pretty folds of her skin. Moisture glistened there, beckoning to him to take a drink.
Yet again he tormented himself. Instead of taking the drink he wanted, he leaned over her and rained soft kisses over her breasts. Again, he squeezed her softness as he bit and teased her other nipple. She arched higher now, tempting him more.
He glanced upward. Was she still asleep? Her eyes remained closed.
His strong hand covered her mons and she moaned her encouragement. He responded, slipping his finger between her folds. If she wasn’t asleep, she was playing his game.
Keeping one hand on her breast to hold her nipple to his mouth, he let his other hand work elsewhere. He bent her knee, then slid his hand to the wetness between her legs.
He moaned, sliding his tongue from one breast to the other. Heat raced through him, hotter than he could ever remember it happening. Her legs fell open for him and again he checked her face for any sign that she was only pretending to sleep. He pressed his large cock against her pussy, making him ache to shove it inside her.