To Catch a Wolf (BBW Werewolf Shifter Romance) by Lynn Red

All I want – all I need – is right here.”
    His voice had taken on that naughty, husky sound he gets when he’s really ratcheted up and almost out of control. Before he could rip this bra like he had the last one – I was running out – I unhooked it and spread my legs around his waist, almost giggling with pleasure when I felt him against me.
    “We can’t do this all day,” I said. “We can’t... oh... oh my God, Erik! You’re not the only one who needed this.”
    He snorted a laugh and pushed himself against me. The hard roughness of his jeans stung a little at first, but that quickly melted away into helpless, wonderful pleasure that coursed through every inch of my body. Erik ran his free hand up my back and grabbed a handful of ponytail, then yanked it backwards to bare my neck to his mouth.
    Erik gave me one hard suck behind the ear, then another under my tilted-back chin. I grabbed Erik’s shoulders to keep from falling back.
    “I want you so bad,” I whispered. “I have since I left your... your place when...”
    I was interrupted by another jolt of electric pleasure from Erik’s tongue. He slid it in a slow path along my jaw from my chin to my ear, where he pulled my earlobe in his mouth and nibbled softly.
    He swelled between my legs, teasing me with his size. In short, hard strokes, he ran himself against me until I couldn’t handle anymore.
    “Let me... let me help you,” I said, reaching down and undoing the first button on his fly. The pressure he put on his own jeans made the rest a little harder to manage, but when I got so angry desperate that I just yanked, they all fell open. “Oh! Oh yes!”
    Sliding my hand inside his pants, I relished the heat filling my palm. Even through stretched-tight boxer briefs, his skin burned, and as I stroked, he grew and grew until I thought he was going to rip his own underwear apart.
    When next he nipped my shoulder, then my neck, his teeth were a little sharper, more lupine.
    “I love it when you want me so bad you start shifting,” I said with a soft moan. “I can’t believe we’re doing this here, what if someone comes in?”
    “Who cares?” Erik said in a thirsty, ragged voice. “We’re all animals, aren’t we? Why not act like it every now and then?”
    Sometimes Erik said things that didn’t make much sense. But then other times – like right then – what he said was perfect.
    The way his callused fingertips dragged over my skin was almost sublime, but when he massaged one of my breasts just in time to start kissing down the front of my neck and then took my nipple in his mouth, I was gone.
    It was all I could do to prop myself up on my hands, but even that almost failed me when he thrust himself harder against my sex. Even with two layers of fabric separating us, Erik’s cock between my legs got me groaning.
    “How do you do this?” I asked as my eyes rolled back in my head and my whole body seemed to drink him. Every inch of me, every fiber of my trembling being was ready for Erik to take me and make me his.
    “Don’t make me wait,” I whispered. “I don’t think I can. If you keep this up, you’re going to have to take care of yourself.”
    “I love your body,” he whispered, “I love the way you move, the little noises you make. I can’t get enough of you, never could.”
    With a quick adjustment, Erik pulled his hand away from my sex and slid it under the small of my back, supporting me as I turned to heated-up gelatin. He curled his fingers against my bare skin and kneaded harder, sliding his tongue in a slow circle around my nipple before nibbling, then taking it fully into his mouth and sucking.
    “Oh! Oh, yes,” I moaned. “Harder, suck it harder. Hurt me so good, Erik, make me hurt, please.” My voice had gone from assertive to hollow. Pleasure buffeted me from head to toe, making my muscles clench and my breath come in hard, ragged bursts.
    “Lie back,” he said. “You’re so damn wiggly I can’t keep