A Taste for a Mate by Carrie Ann Ryan

ecstasy wash across her face. He’d heard the mark was an erogenous zone and filed that tid bit of knowledge for later. Lifting his face from her neck as her hand roamed his body, he searched for a place to take her.
    “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast N an">They b this first time, then I’m going to take you nice and slow so I can savor you.” Her answering moan and shudder was the only response he needed.
    When they’d first came home, they entered the house through the garage and the nearest flat surface was his woodworking table. That would have to do.
    Carrying her with her legs wrapped around his, while still kissing and kneading her, proved more difficult that he would have imagined. For his advanced age, he acted like a pup. If she didn’t stop rubbing against his cock like that, he was gonna blow in his pants before he even got to feel her heat wrapped around him.
    Still holding her with one arm, he used the other to viciously swipe away the odds and ends on the table. A loud crashing sound echoed in the room, followed by Willow’s giggle. He bit into her plump lip.
    “You think that’s funny, do you? Am I going to have to punish you for making fun of me?” He smiled to show he was only joking. Her pupils dilated with arousal, and he growled in approval. Laying her on the table like a pagan sacrifice, he admired her hair spread like a chestnut halo about her head. Her cheeks blushed and her eyes bright, she’d never looked sexier.
    He removed her shoes and swept his hands up her legs slowly, stopping every so often to squeeze and rub. Her breath quickened, and his heart pounded. He trailed his fingers along her inner thigh, purposely missing her core. She moaned. And when he reached her button fly, she held her breath. His wolf tried to claw to the surface, too eager to care about control, but Jasper held back. He wanted to take his time and make her feel comfortable. To feel loved.
    He popped each button on her fly, released her jeans from her waist, and slid them down her legs. He froze.
    Damn. She wasn’t wearing any underwear.
    Fuck. Him.
    Blushing furiously, Willow tried to cover herself, but he stopped grabbed her wrist and held it above her head.
    “I didn’t have any clean, and that isn’t something you can borrow, you know?” She looked so innocent, and he wanted to eat her up. Everywhere.
    “I would say that’s something I have to fix, but I like you bare. Tomorrow, though, I’ll get you anything you need. I promise, but right now… Damn, I love your pussy.”
    Light brown curls, slightly groomed, covered her mound. Jasper growled with lust. He didn’t want a little girl with just skin. He wanted a woman who could produce his pups and take all of his cock.
    Tracing his fingers around her outer lips, he followed the trail of curls to her center. He dipped one finger to the knuckle. Wet heat clenched around him. Damn. He removed his finger and licked it.
    Jesus. She tasted of cinnamon and sugar everywhere. He sat her up and ripped off her sh N p height="irt and stiffened at her naked breasts. Put new bra on the shopping list. Her nipples hardened under his gaze.
    Scratch that. No bra. Ever.
    Dusky pink nipples puckered in the cold air of his work room. Small breasts that could easily fit in his hands. He sucked on her lips again because he couldn’t resist her taste and trailed down her neck to her nipples. He latched on to her right breast where he sucked and bit until she thrashed against him. He brushed his fingers down her stomach, and he thrust two fingers hard and fast into her. Gasping, she came against his hand at the first thrust and screamed his name.
    Jasper released her breast and licked her collar bone. “That’s it, Willow. Ride it, baby.” He crooked his fingers to ride on her G-spot as she rode the wave of her orgasm.
    As she lay boneless on the table, Jasper quickly removed his clothes and lifted her legs to his shoulders. Damn, he loved a flexible woman. His