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

you from falling over.” I smiled as he laughed softly, and eased me gently to the desk, shoving all the papers out of the way, and onto the floor. “Just relax.”
    Those words warmed the inside of my head just like Erik was doing my body. He gave me a gentle touch of his tongue around my nipple in an outwardly-spiraling circle that almost took my breath away.
    “You’re so perfect,” he moaned softly. “All these curves, these eyes, your lips...” He punctuated that with a kiss that drive my head backward into the desk with passion. “I don’t care about an addiction, or anything else. When love is real, you’re supposed to be addicted, right? May as well have it be a physical one.”
    Dragging his increasingly fang-like teeth down my stomach, Erik grabbed the waist of my panties between his teeth and pulled them away from my skin, inhaling deeply. “Love... your smell,” he said. “Love your... your taste.”
    “Don’t rip those,” I said with a grin as I ran my fingers through his beautiful black hair. “Those panties I mean, they’re expensive.”
    Grinning, he pulled them over the curve of my ass, lifting me off the desk effortlessly. He kissed right below my navel, then an inch lower, then over top of the cotton that still covered my sex.
    Each press of his lips, each gentle suck that preceded the kisses, had me swooning.
    “Does this feel good?” he whispered. “Do you like me licking you? I could do this for hours.”
    The heat of his tongue wet me from the inside out.
    By the time he finally moved my panties and his tongue touched my bare skin, I was ready to give up myself, my house, my car, and my dog if it would keep him going. All he needed to do was say so and I’d chain myself to a table or get a job at the local video store. It didn’t matter. The only important thing in the entire world right then was what was happening between us.
    “Taste so perfect,” he whispered as his tongue went between my folds, down then up. “So beautiful, so...”
    I heard the sound of skin on skin and knew he was giving himself what he insisted I didn’t need to give. Erik’s tongue paused on my aching button where he focused for a moment, flicking his tongue.
    “I’ve never,” I stopped to catch my breath, “never felt anything like this before. I thought you’d done everything to me, why is it so much different this time?”
    I grabbed Erik’s head and thrust my hips desperately upward, grinding his teeth and his tongue into me.
    “Because,” he said, pulling a way for a split second. “This is the first time we’ve gone more than a day without giving in, without feeling each other. Maybe we should do this sometimes, just for fun?”
    I didn’t bother replying. Erik drove his tongue home and joined it with a finger that he curled hard against the front of me, against a place so sweet and wonderful that it made my scalp quiver.
    A moan escaped my lips and I rolled my head from side to side, biting my tongue.
    “Shh!” Erik said, clamping a hand over my mouth. “I think I heard someone.”
    Sure enough, when we fell silent for a moment, there were footsteps – halting, sharp footsteps – outside the door. They seemed to stop.
    “Let’s play a game,” he whispered into my ear.
    I shook my head, already knowing what he was going to do to me. “No, no, what if they hear?”
    “Whoever it is will only hear if you scream,” he said.
    Crouching back down between my knees, a slow, hot lick went from the bottom of me to the top and I bit down hard on my lip to keep from squealing.
    Patient, consciously slow breaths helped a little, but when two fingers went in and spread out in slow, teasing figure eights, I could hardly stand it.
    “F...fuck me, Erik,” I moaned. “Put it in, please, please, please put it in.”
    “Do you think you can handle that? I mean, if I put this big, hard cock...” to punctuate, he slid his tip along my sex and threatened my entrance. “What happens if you