A bite was deeply intimate and she might not understand it. His wolf grumbled, but neither he nor his beast wanted to harm her. Marks of their lovemaking covered her body. A blush of a bruise along her right knee, a faint mark of his hand on her hip and deeper marks around her breasts when he couldn’t satisfy himself on whether to kiss, suck or nip, so he’d done all three. Nuzzling a kiss along the graceful slope of her shoulder, he smiled at the very prominent hickey on her neck. While not a bite, it calmed his wolf that she wore their marks, their scent.
No one would touch what was…Mine. A low moan escaped her throat and he caught her clit between two fingers, even as he pinched her nipple, the stimulation did what his casual explorations hadn’t done. Her eyes opened and she gasped.
The hint of pain underscoring the exhale stilled him completely.
“Too much,” she hissed through her teeth and he wanted to curse. Easing his hand away from her clit, he pressed his lips to her shoulder. He’d taken her hard several times. Of course she was sore.
When she twisted in his arms, he rolled onto his back to accommodate her, but instead of snuggling, she straddled his waist and rose above him. Unaccustomed to lying on his back for anyone, he found the position oddly erotic.
“Good morning,” she said, sleep turning her voice husky. She wrapped her hand around his cock, and it was his turn to hiss.
“Morning, gorgeous.” The position had her breasts above him and he could admire their slender fullness. Running his hands along her legs, he considered using his tongue to lave the injury he’d done to her clit.
He wanted to let his eyes go wolf so he could drink in the sight of her, but he satisfied himself with the faint pink light beginning to filter through the blinds. It gave her the look of a volcano goddess… Yes, his Colby would make a fine Pele. She even had the temper to go with it. The stroke of her palm running up his length to the tip of his cock and down again sent all of his blood rushing south.
“Sometimes I think it’s not fair that men don’t get sore,” she whispered.
“Oh, I hurt, in all the right ways.” But his cock would have to break off before he’d turn down her touching him and somehow he doubted even then.
“Well, let’s get you somewhere more comfortable.” The words were little warning for the arch of her hips. She placed his tip at her entrance and sank down on him. The slick, sweet heat of her encased him and they groaned in unison. When she leaned down, and braced her hand against the bed next to his head, he smiled. The dominant position suited her. “I want to be very clear about something.”
Meeting her gaze, he slid his hand over the curve of her ass. The combination of softness and exquisitely taut muscle gripping him as firmly as her pussy sheathed his cock. Velvet heaven. “Yes, darling?”
The sparkle in her eyes teased him. The smile hovering over her swollen lips begged for a kiss and he wanted to fuck her until they couldn’t move. Again.
“I don’t do mornings,” she licked her lips. Provocative little vixen knew exactly what she was doing to him. Her inner muscles squeezed against him and he didn’t disguise the groan spilling from his throat. “But I’ll do you anytime.”
Her mouth fused to his on the end of the statement and then she began to ride him, a slow, languid torture that threatened to drive him mad. If insanity waited for him at the end of the trip, he contented himself with stroking her, alternately teasing her ass and then her nipples when she draped forward. The act of being passive, and playful didn’t come easily to him and yet he couldn’t get enough of the rapture on her face as she continued the gentle road to bliss. When he stroked his finger around the clenched pucker of her asshole, her eyes widened.
“Will you let me do you anywhere?” he asked, sweat sliding along his brow. His balls grew tauter and tauter as she took her pleasure and still he didn’t push to takeover. Not yet.
Her throat convulsed with a swallow. “I’ve never done that with anyone.”
“Never?” Now he really wanted to test her limits. Play with her.
“No,” she arched higher, her thighs trembling and he hung right at the tip of her entrance and the she sank down with a moan. Every rock of her hips she added a little twist, as though trying to reach the perfect spot. “Do you like it that way?” Pants began to punctuate her words and he drowned in desire to see her shatter again.
“I like you anyway.” No lie. Taking her like an animal the night before had been instinct. Wanting to repeat the experience in every possible position was a hedonistic dream.
“Then maybe yes, if…” She was so close and the strain pulled at him. Lunging upward, he caught her and flipped her onto her back never losing connection. Curling a hand beneath her thigh, he pushed her leg higher to give him better access and began to slam into her. Not one to lie still, she dug her nails into his back, adding fresh scratches to the ones he already wore from the night before.