He used his hand to tease her breasts then went lower to massage her swollen folds. He played with her until she covered his hand with her own and began to press down in an erotic rhythm.
He moved his hips faster then drew back to look at her. “Are you with me now?”
“Yes. All in, Braden. You feel so good inside me.”
“I can make you feel even better.”
“What do you mean?” He slowed down and she eased back on the pulsing of her fingers. This was one part of his wolf he loved. He slowly began to push and as he did, he increased his girth.
Her breath caught in a series of gasps. He filled her up, wall to wall, then thrust faster. She cried out. “Braden. I’m going to have to lock you up in my home and keep you here forever. I didn’t know wolves could do that.”
“I don’t know about all wolves, but it’s one of the things I can do. I’m going to take your throat now, this time across the vulnerable front.
She lifted her chin and arched her neck. He felt his jaws expand again. He angled himself once more, only this time he grabbed her across her fragile neck. That she accepted him, meant something and his heart tightened. The woman trusted him. If he’d wanted her dead, he could have bitten down. His powerful jaw would have crushed and broken her neck in a split-second.
When he fastened his teeth and held on, he began to work his hips in earnest. He massaged her mons again, but she didn’t help him this time. Instead, she writhed and grabbed at his shoulders. She sunk her nails, which caused his balls to draw up tight.
He was breathing hard now, as he held onto her. The trick was to keep his hold firm but gentle. It had taken some practice, but he’d mastered the art.
His hips worked like a separate machine.
She cried out repeatedly, her body tensing and arching. He knew she was close and he was ready to explode.
When a series of cries and huffs left her mouth, he knew the time had come. With every wolf skill he possessed, he speeded up his thrusts. She screamed her orgasm and he began to release.
He let go of her throat as pleasure pulsed through him. But it wasn’t like before. He kept coming, kept delivering what only he could give.
The same waves must have moved through her as well. Though she’d eased back suddenly she was crying out and her body writhed against
his all over again. Oh my God, what’s happening?
He continued to drive into her and once again, he released. He roared this time as a stronger wave of pleasure drove through him. His body felt hot and the same pleasure rippled over his skin.
When he finally fell lax, she was breathing hard as though struggling to catch her breath. “That was amazing. Braden, I mean it. I may conjure a spell so that you can never leave my apartment again.” She chuckled as she said the words.
“I’m not sure I want to leave.”
“But what was that?”
“Sex with you.”
She stroked his arm and he flexed for her.
Her turn to chuckle. “Sex is good.”
“It is.” He felt more relaxed than he had in a long time. She’d done this for him. He knew it wasn’t only the sex. Something about her personality jived with his and with his wolf. She was a no-nonsense kind of woman, given to working hard and to helping out wherever she could. He respected her.
“You were pretty amazing in the park.”
“It seemed so natural because we’d practiced. And because you were there, too, I think. Gammet was unscathed, though. He’s got some power, that one. You know, it’s possible he’s been dipping into the future. Some of the dark spellcasters make a habit of it. He might have known we would be there.”
Braden looked down at her, at the flames flickering over her hair and face. He kissed her then drew back. He could see her thoughts spiraling away from him. He was okay with it.
He lifted her hand and kissed her fingers. He felt nothing but gratitude for this woman. She’d saved his life, fed him, made love with him and treated him like a friend.
His own thoughts began to drift as well. He wasn’t too different from her. They were both goal-oriented.
He huffed a sigh as he considered his own need to find his wife’s killers. From his conversations with Maeve, he knew there was a good chance she’d already dispatched them during her own nightmare. Still, he wanted to know the where and how of Laura’s death.