Heart of the Wolf by D. B. Reynolds Page B

as he began stroking her with his thick fingers, dipping into her wet core and out, his thumb reaching out to strum her clit, his rough skin like a thousand sparks of lightning against her sensitized skin as he dipped deep inside her once more, teasing her until she wanted to scream with frustration.
    She dug her claws into his thighs, slicing through his denims like butter and digging into his flesh, drawing enough blood she could feel its warmth over her fingers, thrusting herself against his maddeningly slow fingers. Ren growled, bending down to sink his teeth gently into her neck.
    “Ren,” she breathed. “Please.”
    Without warning, he plunged two fingers into her satiny slick sex, fucking her in and out, while in the same instant, he pinched her swollen bud. She screamed, nearly fainting with the rush of pain and soaring pleasure that swamped every muscle, every nerve, every instinct in her body. Her vaginal muscles clenched around his fingers and she lost control of her own responses. She would have fallen if he hadn’t been there to brace her against the wall, holding her upright against his hard body, with his fingers still buried deep inside her, his thumb still stroking her hot and begging little nub.
    Her orgasm seemed to go on forever as he roused her again and again until she was weak with the effort of remaining upright. He kissed her neck, licking away the pain of his bite, trailing a line of kisses from her shoulder to her cheek, taking her mouth when she hungrily sought his lips.
    His fingers slid from inside her, and she gasped as he teased them across her clit one last time, feeling her own slick wetness on her skin as he caressed her belly and breasts before circling her with his arms.
    “I love you, Kathryn,” he whispered against her ear. “I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you.”
    Her eyes filled with tears she never thought she’d shed again. “He told me you left. That he’d offered me to you and you refused.”
    His arms tightened around her, and she heard the low rumble of his growl. It was a soothing sound. It spoke to her of love and of safety.
    “He lied.”

Chapter Sixteen

    Ren scooped her into his arms and crossed the room to the big bed. He didn’t know whose room this was, but there was a bed and that’s all he cared about. Kathryn was limp with post-orgasmic lassitude as he laid her on the bed, pulling the covers from beneath her. He watched her as he stripped his pants off. She lay slightly to one side, her breasts full and swollen, her nipples hard, rosy buds that begged him to taste. Unable to restrain himself, he knelt on the bed and leaned forward, taking one hard little pearl into his mouth and sucking it to an even greater firmness.
    Kathryn arched suddenly against his mouth, her hands winding through his hair to hold him in place. He bit down lightly, and she moaned, her body rippling beneath him. Closing his eyes against an almost overwhelming lust, he covered her body with his, pressing forward with his hips and feeling her legs spread in welcome. His heavy erection nestled into the silky, wet folds of her sex, and he began moving slowly, sliding his shaft back and forth, coating it with her slick juices.
    “I need you, Kathryn,” he rasped.
    “Yes,” she whispered, thrusting against him.
    “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “You won’t, Ren. Please.” She cried out as he pushed harder against her, letting the length of his cock rub back and forth over her swollen clit. “Oh, gods, yes.”
    He pulled back enough to slide the tip of his cock into her heat and slammed forward, thrusting his entire aroused length deep inside her, groaning as her hot, tight walls closed around him, sucking him in. He held still for a long moment, supporting himself with his arms, letting his head fall forward, eyes closed against the strength of the emotions threatening to swamp him. As if she understood, Kathryn wrapped her arms and legs around him and held him