The thick length of his cock jutted free and the muskiness of sex filled her nostrils. A hunger she didn’t even know could exist rioted in her system. With his ankles trapped in the pants, she rose and placed a hand on each of his thighs, then closed her mouth over the red bulging tip of his erection. His ragged exhale confirmed the shared desire and she worked him deeper against her mouth until she could slide back and forth, sucking, and pulling against his cock as he had her nipple.
When he fisted her hair again, she feared he’d pull her away and then he began to guide her mouth on him and she relaxed her lips and groaned. The heady sensation of giving him pleasure and feeling his muscles bunch beneath her fingertips heightened her giddiness. The salty drops of pre-cum filled her mouth and the world brightened. Drunk on those few drops, she strained to look upward and found his gaze fixed on her.
A roar filled her head and then he pulled from her mouth. With a speed she could barely comprehend, he lifted her, spun her around and braced her hands against the loveseat as he pressed against her back. His cock jutted between her thighs, the head grazing the entrance of her pussy. Digging her fingers in, she glanced at him when he would have hesitated.
“Do it.” She demanded, needing him with a wildness she didn’t understand and didn’t even try to explain. For a moment the fire seemed to turn his black eyes gold and then he thrust into her. No gentleness to ease his invasion and her body took him. She forgot how to think as he filled her, her nerves lit up and then he slammed into her, his balls slapping her with every thrust and she arched her head back and let go.
It was primitive and brutal and her whole body welcomed him. When she orgasmed around him, he seemed to thrust deeper and when he came with a shout, she reveled at the hold of his body on hers.
Chapter Twelve
The brush of skin against his snapped Brett awake. Dawn purpled the sky beyond his windows. Dawn. He’d slept well past his normal pre-dawn conference calls. More amused than worried, he glanced at the reason for his sluggishness. Colby curled against him, trapping one of his arms beneath her and his hand curved around a breast. His free arm curved over her hip and he had a comfortable grip on her thigh while one of his legs nestled between hers.
She hadn’t moved away from him since he’d carried her exhausted body up to his bed. His cock stirred to life, straining against the warmth of her ass. The scent of sex filled the bedroom. Pressing his nose to her shoulder, he smiled. She wore his scent all over her and likely he wore hers. Pleasure sparked within him. After their first manic coupling, she’d fed him a cookie or maybe he’d fed one to her. Cookies never seemed erotic before, but he’d never look at apple cinnamon oatmeal the same way again.
After retrieving a glass of water, he’d found her half dressed when he returned. He’d helped her strip her clothes off and taken her again, right there on the stone porch. Brett prided himself on treating a woman right. Round three happened on the floor of the library and round four on the stairs. When he lifted her boneless body and stumbled to his bedroom, he’d considered round five but asleep—asleep Colby stealthed into his heart and he didn’t have it in him to disturb her.
Curving his body around hers and making sure nothing would disturb her, he’d slept, truly slept without interruption or bad dreams. The silky softness of her skin beckoned him to explore and he traced his fingers back and forth over her thigh. Her scent had vanished again the night before, and for a spare moment, when she’d demanded he take his damn pants off, her eyes had gone pure wolf.
She was…the most singularly unique creature he’d ever met. Everything about her scent seemed human. Her mannerisms, even her actions. Human. She didn’t know anything about wolves. If she had…if she had, Luc’s fast healing and needs would have been obvious to her.
Fuck it, if she was, her nose would tell her what we are and mine would have told me about her. She stretched as he glided his fingers along the front of her leg, but her eyelashes didn’t move and her heart rate didn’t change. She still drifted in sleep.
Massaging her breast, he smiled as the nipple pearled against his palm. The responsiveness of her body flat out fucking did it for him. The responsiveness of her mind? Of her spirit? They were exquisite. Colby baring her throat to him had been the most inviting act of surrender and settled his soul in a way he couldn’t explain. She had no idea what it meant, but the lack of foreknowledge on her part in no way neutered the action.
Pressing his lips to her shoulder, he delved his fingers along her slick labia. Wet and waiting for him, he wanted to groan. Some distant part of his mind continued to mull over the mystery of what she was—how could she be wolf and human? Impossible. The rest of him yearned toward the softness of her body. He drew some moisture around her clit and began to stroke it in slow, lazy circles. The urge to bite down on her shoulder flooded him, but he kept his teeth out of her skin.