And she did touch him. She moved her hand over him, stroking him slowly, savoring the girth of him in her hand, the way the back of her hand grazed his taut balls, how her fingers tightened around him, just below the head of his cock. She ran her thumb over the head of his cock, the skin smooth and hot, softer.
Craig moaned as she moved her hand back down, moving again until he was lying fully on his back. She sat up and leaned over and he gasped, his hips flex upward in anticipation. But she didn’t take him into her mouth.
Instead she flicked her tongue over one raised nipple, the small round bud harder than she imagined. His moan this time verged on frustration, and he wound his fingers into her hair. For a moment he simply rested his hand on her head, letting her play her tongue over his chest, kissing and nuzzling him, as he had done to her, while she continued to play with him, stroking him slowly.
But then it apparently was too much for him, and he tugged, not gently, on her hair, pulling her head downward. He couldn’t see her smile, but he could feel her shaking her head. The tug was harder this time, but he let her raise her head.
“Not now. Not…yet.”
“Ye canna torture me any longer, Arianna. I’m a patient man, but not that patient.”
Before she had time to react he rolled her onto her back, his knee forcing her legs apart. She lost her grip on him as he grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms over her head, one hand holding her easily.
“I want ye, and I’m taking ye now.”
“And if I’m not ready?” Her chest rose and fell against his, faster than she’d have liked. His aggression scared her, but excited her at the same time. Some part of her wanted to keep control, but the rest of wanted him to ravage her.
His hand slid between her legs, fingers finding home instantly, as if he’d touched her there before. She gasped, expecting rough fingers, a brutal thrust. But he stroked her gently, so gently and quickly she wasn’t certain he’d even touched her.
“Ye be ready. Ye’re as ripe as a fresh peach, and ripe for the picking.”
His body was hard against her, heavy, but she wanted the weight of him on her, pressing her into the mattress. He lowered his hips first, his cock brushing briefly against the inside of her thigh, then finding her center with as much certainty as his fingers had.
He was in her, sliding the length of his cock into her wetness. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, catching the musky sent of her on his hand, the smoky scent of the forge that lingered in his hair, on his skin, and the deep scent of him, of his sweat and arousal, a scent so powerful she drew another deep breath.
He kissed her, hard, and she tasted wine. His tongue was in her mouth, mimicking the probing thrusts of his cock, as he flexed his hips forward, as he drove himself into her.
Whatever she’d imagined this would be like paled. She drew her legs up, her thighs moving over his hips, moving higher until she could wrap her legs around his waist.
She felt him move with her, his legs moving apart, his thighs pushing against the backs of her legs, as he moved against her, into her.
The sensation of him inside her was intense, the sense of this strange man making love with her excited her in ways she’d never known. It wasn’t just having sex; it was more than that. It was a connection that went beyond just the physical. It all felt right, somehow, even though it shouldn’t have.
Craig dropped his head to her shoulder, his chest crushing her breasts. He released her wrists with one hand, keeping her pinioned with the other. The free hand he brought down to her waist, fingers tensing against her skin. Then he moved lower, to her hip, lower still, sliding beneath her ass, squeezing her.
His open mouth pressed against her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin. Between her legs his movements intensified, thrusts getting harder, faster, deeper, each one accompanied by a deep grunt.
She moved with him, arching up as he pulled back, flexing her body to meet his thrusts. It all flowed in a beautiful dance, everything in perfect harmony, their bodies moving as if they’d done duet this a thousand times before.
Abruptly he let go of her wrists, planting his hands beside her shoulders, rising up and away from her. The sudden movement of his body, the weight being lifted had her feeling as if she could float off the bed. But they were still joined, his hips hard against hers, his cock buried deep inside her.
In the pale light from the window she saw his face, saw the emotions crossing his features. Pain, pleasure, a look of ecstasy mixed with something so personal she had to look away, as if she’d looked into his soul without his knowing.
But the demands of her body rose, the response to his movements, the tension and pleasure building in her increasing with each thrust he made, with each answer she gave. She reached for him, hands twining through his hair, looking up into his eyes.
He held her gaze for a long movement, mouth open, breath rasping before lowering his head, his mouth pressed against hers in a brutal kiss. As he kissed her his body bucked violently, the force of his orgasm driving her into her own release. She arched, threw her arms wide, fingers pulling at the bed covers, breaking the kiss with a cry, head thrown back.
Everything went still for a heartbeat and then she was crying out, feet planted on the bed, pushing up into him as if wanting more of him, more than he could give. Every cell in her body came alive, pulsing with the rhythm of her orgasm and with his.
She caught blurred glimpses of him above her: face raised to the ceiling, a primal growl rising from his throat; head dropping, sweat dripping between her breasts as he gulped for air; a smile curving his sensuous lips.
Then it ended, for both of them. He crumpled onto her, then rolled away. As his cock slid out of her body she cried out, a strange feeling of loss washing over her. But it was gone the next second, and she forgot about it as she lay, heart thudding, breathing deeply. She let her body float, letting her mind drift.
She wanted to close her eyes, but just for a minute. Craig was beside her, and she wanted to talk to him, wanted to ask him so many questions. But first she’d just close her eyes, just for a minute.
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Alpha Wolf
by J.K. Harper
Part of the Black Mesa Wolves series
A smokin' hot wolf shifter romance to make you pant.
As a Guardian climbing the ranks in the Black Mesa Wolf Pack, Sara Kenyon's life is ideal. A sexy firecracker, she's never regretted her carefree love-'em-and-leave-'em attitude. But when her one-time fling, smokin' hot Rafe Bardou, wants the only thing she can’t give him—commitment—she starts to question if freedom is everything she desires.
Rafe's patience is legendary. Yet for all his strength and control, Rafe craves something he can't have: free-spirited Sara as his mate. Her red-hot kisses have eluded him for over a year, but he can't stop thinking about how they once tangled the sheets together. Now he's out of time. Her commitment to him is essential—not only for his own happiness, but for the future of the Pack.
Losing control isn't an option. But it may be the only way to convince this sweet vixen he's her alpha wolf.
In this scene, Rafe and Sara have snuck into the local hot springs after hours, where some steaming hot hanky-panky is inevitable!
Rafe grinned and leaped hard after Sara. Her sleek shape vaulted over the metal fence at the back of the hot springs property. He followed in a single breath.
They landed on the upper level, next to the hottest pool that beckoned to weary bones. A black plastic cover draped over the top of the small pool. Sara stood and shed her wolf form in a single moment. The ripple of fur over human flesh blended for just that instant, creating something even more primal and feral than the wolf shape. It reminded Rafe, as it always did, that his fellow pa
ckmates were capable of so much more than just human action, or just wolf action. They were a unique blend of both, which in itself created a deeper kind of magic—his human side snorted at that term—than any non-shifter on the planet could ever hope to achieve.
Naked, dappled by shadow and light from the moon above playing hide and seek with the pine branches, Sara stood firm and unselfconscious. She turned her head toward Rafe, watching him shift. He let the change to flow over him more slowly than usual, allowing Sara time to see the process as he merged wolf into man. Controlling the shift was a major advantage of shifter genes. All the bizarre human stories about a full moon forcing a shift, or needing to be chained up during some ravening “werewolf” phase, always made Rafe chuckle. If only they knew.
Rafe stood on two legs, as unreservedly naked as Sara. His utter awareness of her presence beside him, not to mention the immediacy of the shift, kept his wolf very close to the surface. Her body enticed in human form as much as it did in wolf: small, lithe, with beautiful little breasts perking in the evening chill. He let his gaze wander over the soft curves and defined muscles for a leisurely moment before looking into her eyes.
To his amusement and satisfaction, Sara blushed. Good. Her awareness of him as a man was evident. He firmly made up his mind to demonstrate to her now, tonight, his equal intent awareness of her.
“Shall we?” He gestured at the cover on the pool.
“Yes. Right. Let's,” she said, bustling over to one end of the pool cover to lift it up. Probably also to mask the nervous tone he could hear in her usually confident voice.
With a quick fling powered by the strength of their shifter genes, they removed the heavy cover. Steam billowed up and drifted into the pines overhead. Not looking at him again, Sara dipped a toe in the water. She sucked in a breath.
Mine, his wolf growled, low and strong. Mine.
Yes, Rafe thought. Mine.
Inch by slow, captivating inch, Sara slid her beautiful body into the water. She emitted little squeaks and gasps as the heated water moved up her skin. Each noise elevated Rafe's eyebrows as well as his interest. He felt his eyes widen a fraction, his pulse speed up, his breath rate increase. Standing utterly still as he watched her, he took in the slow slide as the dark waters caressed her ankles, then her toned calves, then her beautifully muscled yet still feminine legs. As she carefully sank lower and lower, the water swirled and curved toward her inner thighs and the inviting shadow at their crux.
Damn, how he wanted to stroke her right there with his tongue.
“Wow, this is crazy hot,” Sara said, her voice a strangled gasp.
“It sure is.” Rafe eyed her, letting the frank appreciation come out in his tone.
Sara's back stiffened and she turned her head toward him. Her mouth was a small “o” of surprise. Rafe's imaginings of what he could do with that sweet, luscious mouth increased the tightening in his groin and the stirring in his blood.
“I mean—the water. It's hot. Really hot,” Sara said.
Rafe's eyes caught the darkening of her fair skin as more blushing marched across her face, half hidden by blonde strands. It was so unlike the usually straightforward, fun-loving wolf she presented to the world. Knowing it was all for him, that he was the one causing her word babbling and skin flushing, only further bolstered his sense of masculinity. Sara was easygoing and fun-loving. He knew perfectly well she liked to bar-hop in town sometimes, picking up local human cowboys for a little playtime. Despite the fact it made him clench his jaw every time she'd come back to the pack den smelling of another male, he'd never held it against her. She was a wolf, only doing what came naturally.
But he'd sure gotten damn tired of waiting for her to realize he was the best wolf for her. The only one.
“Coming in,” he said as warning. Slowly, silently despite the breathtaking heat that almost sizzled his bare skin, Rafe stepped into the pool with Sara.
***
Sara practically stopped breathing when Rafe entered the water next to her. She'd seen him naked hundreds of times in her life. Probably thousands. She'd dropped her clothes in front of him a scant hour ago in the parking lot and barely batted an eye. Being naked was as natural to a shifter as breathing, or hunting.
Apparently, it was a very different situation if a wolf was really interested in another wolf, and when that interest was at a high point after their run together. Because this whole being flustered thing was not Sara's style. Not at all. She knew what she liked, she went for it, she got it, she moved on. Easy peasy, no one got hurt, have a little fun and keep on going. No one in the pack would ever expect her to get serious about a guy anytime soon. Well, Lily seemed to think so, but that was just Lily being a good friend. Sara wasn't the daughter of an alpha, nor did anyone expect her to ever be a top ranking Guardian.
Unless, of course, she could convince everyone otherwise.
Including Rafe. Who was a top ranking Guardian, not to mention eldest son of the Alpha and therefore in line to be Alpha himself, one day.
Sara dropped the rest of her body into the pool, hissing as the delicious heat completely enveloped her. Pushing off the wall with her feet, she propelled herself to the other side. It was only five feet across, but being as far away from Rafe as possible suddenly seemed wise. She pressed her back against the far wall and eyed him and his small but distinct grin with wariness.
Because, holy smokes, her hormones were revved up. All she could envision was how they'd tangled the sheets back then, twisting and turning and burning. He'd been pretty spectacular. Okay, they'd been pretty spectacular, together. In bed spectacular.
Rafe lounged back against the wall on the other side of the hot pool. Even relaxed, he still exuded an authoritative air. That little grin tugging at his molded lips softened his gorgeous yet stern features somewhat. Either way, there was no mistaking his confident, self-aware presence.
“Um.” Well, that was a great opener. “That was a good run. Thanks for going with me.”
Rafe studied her for a minute. She squirmed under the dark intensity of his gaze. Squirming heated things up on the inside, which was a sensation Sara was quite familiar with. With Rafe, it meant trouble.
Her wolf rolled in Sara's mind and sent enticing images of Rafe's big, strong maleness. As if Sara might forget.
Rafe abruptly reached out a finger and flicked water at Sara. Startled, she emitted a really girly squeal of indignation.
“Hey!”
A full smiled lazed its way across Rafe's face. A shaft of moonlight lit up one eye, one cheek, and cut gently across his mesmerizing lips.
Sara's wolf rolled in ecstasy at her human's fixation on Rafe. Sara thought the word finally might be drifting through her mind, but she wasn't sure.
“Just being playful, Sara. Contrary to popular opinion, I do know how to relax and enjoy myself.” His deep tones sent a shiver across her body.
“Getting me wet is how you enjoy yourself?”
Even as the words left her mouth, Sara wished she could clamp down on them. Or maybe just die of pure embarrassment. Sara the flirt and Sara the anxious were clearly at odds with themselves.
Her wolf cocked a confused ear at the thought of more than one Sara roaming around.
Rafe's smile vanished into a study of laser intent. The look on his face hovered between almost unbearably hard and—utterly captivated. The dark blond tousle of hair, kept short but not severely so, framed his magnetic face. Sara found herself staring at him as if she'd never seen him before.
A long pause held them still. The faint rustle of a breeze sneaking through the pine branches also riffled through the hair on Sara's neck. It felt like the caress of fingers. Rafe's fingers.
Rafe kept staring back at her in a very predatory way. A sexually predatory way. One that her wolf welcomed.
“Yes,” he finally said, simply. “I did enjoy that. Very much. And I'd like it to happen again.”
***
Rafe felt himself begin to harden the l
onger Sara looked at him. All the blood seemed to rush to his cock, which stirred in anticipation of finally, finally claiming this wolf as his. He'd said it out loud and made his intention clear. It was up to Sara, though, to take hold of the offer he'd just delivered. He wanted her to want this moment. He needed her to want it.
Her golden hair waved loosely around her face on the right side. She'd tucked it behind her ear on the left side, which accentuated her fine cheekbones, generous mouth, and pretty eyes. The usual quick smile had left, however, replaced by a serious gaze that went straight to his core. This wasn't Sara the playful little wolf. This was Sara the lover, the woman he'd been allowed to touch and know and catch fire with so many long months ago.
The one who now looked at him with a hunger that seemed to match his own. He'd been right to let her know he still wanted her. Her wolf shone from her eyes, and the scent of her attraction spun with undeniable temptation through the air between them. She was ready for him. Sara was ready for his touch again, ready to open to him.
He wouldn't screw it up again. This time, he'd keep hold of her.
Slowly, Rafe pushed himself away from the edge of the pool and moved through the water toward her. Sara's eyes stayed locked on his face. Huge in the moonlight, they stared at him without a trace of either flirtatious playfulness or the unusually flustered state she'd been in earlier. Carefully but without pause, Rafe came closer.
Sara's breath hitched when he was about five inches away. Despite the almost stupefying heat of the water, he could still sense her own primal heat radiating out toward him as pure desire. It beckoned him, as did the clear invitation her wolf showed in her eyes. Water droplets shone on her ripe mouth from where he'd splashed her. He reached out a finger and gently rubbed the tiny beads of moisture into her lips.
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