Alyssa's Wolves (Wolf Masters, Book 4)(25)

And Lordy, she wanted him to touch her again!

What kind of a hussy was she turning into? Is this what happened to people when they mated? Well, probably not “people,” but wolves?

She could learn to live with this “torture.” Of course it hadn’t escaped her notice that this was only the tip of the iceberg. The big tamale was still inside her mate’s pants. She hadn’t even seen him yet, and there was still the little matter of taking him into her sex.

Her body grew warmer by the second, and her thoughts fled. His fingers were magical, seeming to sense just where to touch her and when to bring her back to life.

Michael pressed his knee tighter against her wetness and squeezed her breast with his entire hand. He released her mouth and stared at her chest. “I love how your nipples bead when I do this.” He blew a quick breath against her breasts, and she gasped.

Wasn’t he done? How long had he been torturing her with his hands and mouth? She didn’t know quite everything there was to know about a man, but she was fairly certain they didn’t like to worship a woman’s body while getting nothing in return.

“Don’t tense up on my now, babe.” He nibbled around her mouth. “Relax.”

“But…”

“Don’t think about ‘buts’ right now, just feel.”

Oh God. Her breath hitched as he pinched a nipple between his fingers. Her mind cleared of all rational thought, again, and she arched into his hand against her will. What her brain told her should have been painful, her body told her was exhilarating and driving her mad with the need to explode once more.

“Michael…” What was she going to ask?

His mouth wandered to her ear, and she caught her breath on his next words. “Rub your clit against my leg, baby. Make yourself come while I suck your pink, needy nipples.”

Alyssa couldn’t believe what happened to her body at his command. She actually lifted her chest and pushed her sex against his leg.

Michael had no mercy. He sucked her breast into his mouth. His free hand held the globe, squeezing it just enough to align it perfectly for his tongue and lips. But the moment his teeth grazed the pebbled tip, she flung her arms down from where they still lay above her and grasped Michael’s head.

“Let it go,” he muttered against her breast as he made his way to the other globe. “Come for me, Alyssa… That’s it… Rub your clit against my jeans.”

As he sucked her other nipple into his mouth and teased the tip with his teeth, she couldn’t keep from obeying him. Her second orgasm took her by surprise. Harder and stronger than the last, she came with reckless abandon beneath Michael’s skillful touch.

How she would ever recover from this she had no idea.

When the pulsing subsided, Michael let go of her breast and released the pressure he’d held against her sex. He laid his head alongside her body, hugged her close, and whispered into her ear. “God, Alyssa. You are so fucking sexy. Hot and tight … the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of witnessing that. I’ll cherish it forever.”

Alyssa shivered. Her senses returned, and she curled into Michael, her back to his front. Her shirt fell across her chest to afford her at least a tiny slice of modesty. As if that mattered now.

With her legs pressed together, at least he was no longer staring at her as though she was a feast, and he was a wild animal.

Deep breaths calmed her racing heart. “I can’t believe…” She didn’t even know how to finish that sentence.

“I know.” He chuckled against her ear, his breath making her shiver all over again. “It’s okay. You were beautiful. Perfect. Stunning.”

“Embarrassed,” she supplied.

“Please don’t be embarrassed with me. I’ll take my time, but eventually I’m going to explore every inch of your body inside and out with my fingers, my eyes, and my mouth.”

“That doesn’t make me feel all better, you know.” She chuckled. “Maybe if you stop talking I can find a brain cell or two and put them back in my head.” Alyssa glanced from left to right as though the lost brain matter would show up on the pillow beneath her head.

Finally, she turned in his arms to face him. “I’m no expert, but I’m not stupid enough to not know this can’t have been fulfilling to you. I—”

“Shhh,” he interrupted, placing a finger over her lips. “Please let this one be about you and not me. I’ll live. If it makes you feel better, I’ll let you make it up to me sometime.” He grinned at her. “I asked for this myself. I knew what I was getting into when I requested you let me make you come.”