“They’ve probably had scouts watching for me.” He kissed a slow line of kisses across the back of her neck.
“Why do you think they’re after you?”
He didn’t stop kissing her neck. He was hoping his efforts would drag her attention away from the park encounter. “I like kissing you Maeve. Your skin is so soft.”
“I take long bubble baths once a week and buff off all the dead skin. But you didn’t answer my question. Why has Veyda’s henchman been after you?”
“Because I’m after Veyda. At least, that’s the best I can figure. Maybe my investigation got too close to home.”
He slid his hand to her upper chest, near her shoulders. He began to massage her slowly.
“Oh, that’s nice. But you’ve been after Veyda for months. Why did she send a hit squad now?”
He drifted his hand lower and fondled the upper swell of her breasts. At the same time he nibbled on her neck and switched to telepathy. I don’t know. Maybe Veyda feels threatened. Um, do you think we could talk about this later?
Sure.
The flat sound of her voice inside his head, told him his seductions were only partially successful.
Braden, do you think I have too many shifters here? In my facility?
He knew then, that however willing Maeve might be to engage sexually, her brain was having a hard time shutting off. His wife had been like that. She’d been an industrious female in Maeve’s mold and sometimes whatever project she was working on would keep her from letting go.
He’d developed a couple of specific wolf techniques over the years to turn her focus straight at him and he thought he’d try one of them out now.
He opened his mouth wide and allowed a partial shift so that his wolf teeth would start to form and his jaw lengthen. It gave him the reach he needed as he took in the entire back of her neck. He bit down. Hard.
He heard her gasp. He maintained his hold and at the same time teased her breasts by running the palm of his hand from one nipple to the other in rapid succession. She moaned.
What are you doing to me? That feels so good.
I want you focused on me, Maeve. With me. Nothing less. He ground his teeth enough to let her feel the control he had over her and what he would do if she got distracted again.
He also knew by long experience that the sensation of his teeth deep into the skin without breaking through created a pressure that ran straight to her sex. It was one of the best parts of his wolfness.
Her body began to relax, though her hips grew restless.
He released his hold on her neck and guided her down on the furs but kept her on her side. He moved in behind her, rubbing his arousal down her bottom and between her legs from behind.
He continued to play with her breasts, lightly flicking the tips then massaging each one in turn. “I’m going to make you come, Maeve. Just like this. And you won’t be on your knees or your back.”
She moaned again and he felt her tremble.
But he wanted control of her once more and again worked to take as much of her nape in his mouth as he could. She uttered a series of grunts and he watched her fist clutch the faux fur. Her hips pushed back into his groin. She reached between her legs and found his cock. She fondled the head.
His turn to groan.
He knew how he wanted this to go, how he needed it to go.
He began moving in tighter and pushing her hips up. He lifted her closest knee up toward her chest and hunched his hips.
The angle was working just fine.
“Yes.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper.
He felt how wet she was and began to ease inside her. She arched her back and he glided right in. He released her neck and angled his torso enough to reach her mouth. When she turned toward him, he kissed her hard as he thrust into her.
When she parted her lips, he drove his tongue inside and set up a pulse that matched the drive of his cock.