Beauty and the Werewolf (Entangled Covet) (San Francisco Wolf Pack)

by Kristin Miller

  As he let her up for air, she said, “One touch and I’m quivering.”

  He cupped her breasts, cradling their heavy weight in his hands. Beneath her shirt, her nipples beaded, responding to his touch. And then she shook. Trembled against him.

  “If you don’t take me now,” she said, beginning to writhe against him, “I may come apart fully clothed.”

  “That would be a damn shame.”

  Going easy, as slow as he could with his waning restraint, he bunched the fabric of her shirt in his fists and then guided it off her glorious body. Her lusciously full breasts overflowed from a dainty silk-and-lace bra. On a throaty moan, his knees buckled and he knelt before his queen.

  “You’ve got unbelievable breasts,” he said, stroking his hands over her curves. “Soft and smooth.” Easing down her bra, he revealed perfectly pink nipples, hardened from arousal. He rolled one with his tongue and kneaded her other breast with his hand. “You’re exquisite. Every inch of you.”

  She dug her fingers through his hair and then clawed at his shoulders as he buried his face between her breasts.

  Her caress lit something in him. A hunger that couldn’t be satiated from mere touch alone. He went tight, head to toe, as if a lightning rod speared through him. Sensations balled at the base of his spine as she arched against the wall and lifted her hips toward him. The scent of her arousal—fragrant and sweet—hit him, nearly knocking him off his feet.

  His self-control was fading fast.

  As a growl erupted from his chest and he reached around to grab her backside, Isabelle’s eyes went wide. But shock didn’t light those amazing green depths. It was lust and ravenous thirst.

  It fueled him on.

  Jack stood and crushed his mouth to hers. Lifted her off her feet and cradled her in his arms. She squealed as her feet kicked out, but quickly melted into his arms. He made it halfway up the stairs before the second dizzy spell of the night struck him.

  He set her down carefully, leaned against the banister, and rubbed his forehead. Stars danced in front of his eyes. His stomach tumbled. And something in his chest tugged.

  “Are you okay?” she asked, coming into his line of sight. “Jack?”

  “I’m fine. Bring those lips back here again.”

  And she did, pouncing on him with more force than he realized she had. She nipped and bit, licking one corner of his mouth before sliding her tongue along his. She seized him full-bodied, her hands wrapped around his neck, her breasts pressed against his chest, her mouth slanting along his.

  A lick of heat scorched through him as blinding light flashed before his eyes.

  Fisting two sides of his dress shirt, he jerked, tearing it down the center. Buttons flew, rolling down the stairs.

  “Get out of your pants,” she ordered.

  He quirked an eyebrow. “Only if you do the same.”

  Her lips curled in approval as she kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her pants. Matching lace panties—white as snow, soft as silk—begged for his touch.

  “Good Lord, Isabelle.” After removing his shoes, he yanked down his pants, but it wasn’t fast enough. Nothing would be fast enough. “You’re a goddess.”

  His mouth was already watering, anticipating the sweet taste of her succulent flesh. But seeing those panties…it nearly broke him.

  Urging her down onto the stairs, she stretched out for him, gripping the banister rail for support. He spread her legs wide. Moved aside her panties and licked a long, slow line through her heat.

  He groaned.

  Her thighs shivered around his head in answer.

  “Jack…” She gazed at him down her body, through her breasts, between her legs. Her gaze was hot and heavy-lidded. Desirous. “After the last time we were together, I was the one supposed to be pleasuring you tonight.”

  “Oh, believe me.” Another long lap of his tongue. Another jerking shudder. “The pleasure is mine.”

  He put his mouth on her until she shook uncontrollably. Until the banister rail cracked and her hips bucked against his mouth. He kissed her intimately, flicking her clit, sucking and humming in appreciation as he drew the orgasm closer. Her hips began to move against his mouth, back and forth, back and forth. And when he dived his tongue inside her, she reared up, tugging at his shoulders.

  “Oh God, Jack, I’m so close—” She panted, fighting for air. “I need you inside me. Please.”

  Rising to his feet, Jack swept her into his arms and carried her into his bedroom, where he laid her on the bed. She scooted back, eyeing him with dark desire in her eyes. As he crawled on top of her, a migraine slammed into him.

  Hammer to the forehead.

  Knives to the temples.

  He rested over her, his hips between hers, his erection against her leg.

  Breathe.

  Just breathe.

  “Jack?” Her angelic voice floated to him from somewhere far away. “Jack, can you hear me?”

  The strumming sound of her heartbeat resonated against his, recharging the energy stirring in his veins. “Believe me, love. I’m fine.”

  “Good.” She glided her hands up and down the muscles on his back as she coiled her legs around his waist. “Because I’m nowhere near through with you yet.”

  His lips crashed against hers as he fell on top of her. Swirling his tongue in her mouth, against her cheek, over her lower lip, he positioned himself close to her heat. And then, with a full-body shudder, he thrust himself inside her.

  As their hips met, they groaned in unison. Isabelle dropped her head back and arched up, thrusting her breasts against his chest.

  “Yes,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “Just like that.”

  He slid out and in again. Slowly. Massaging her depths. Filling her completely. And when their hips met again, her mouth dropped open in a sultry O. Bracing himself on his arms, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. Bathed in her warmth.

  Mine.

  “I’m yours,” she mouthed against him. As if she’d heard the voice inside him. “Always.”

  His heart stuttered, though his hips seemed to know their rhythm by memory. Blood rushed to his ears. He buried himself deep—God, so deep—inside her, until he was drowning in her scent and her warmth.

  “Will you have me?” He drove inside her as his words broke. “As your mate?”

  She nodded, her dark hair fanning out beneath her. “Of course I will.”

  “You have no idea what that means to me, my Bella.”

  As tenderly as he could, he pinned her to the mattress, entwining his fingers with hers. As their palms met, he sank his thick length deep. She moaned in satisfaction, the breath punching out of her and fanning over his face.

  “Palm to palm,” he said, sliding out of her core. “Heart to heart.” The rock in his chest thudded, slower now. “From this moment on, we shall never part.”

  They were the spoken bonds one Luminary makes to another. When their bodies, their hearts, and their souls could join as one. He’d dreamed of speaking these vows to Isabelle, though he couldn’t have dreamed it would’ve been as good, as perfect, as this.

  She was everything to him. A friend, a lover, and now, his true soul mate.

  As he leaned down to kiss her and show her the depth of his love, darkness zoomed in around him. There simply wasn’t air to fill his lungs. He wanted to tell Isabelle to hurry, to speak the words before they lost the chance. But he couldn’t rush her, not even now.

  Her loving gaze held his. “Palm to palm, heart to heart.” She rocked her hips beneath him, so that he eased inside her. “From this moment on, we shall never part.”

  Finally.

  As sweet, sweet relief soared through him, starbursts of brilliant white-hot energy snaked through his body, filling him with more light and warmth than he could contain. Unadulterated love and happiness burst through him, radiating through his skin and into Isabelle. In his mind’s eye, his soul shattered, burst through his skin, and melded with
hers.

  “You’re mine,” she whimpered, her core pulsing around him. She clutched at his shoulders, bringing him down over her. “I’m yours.”

  He pressed himself against her, skin against skin, mouth to mouth. “Forever, and a day.”

  When he opened his eyes, through the blinding light and the blissful pain, Isabelle’s expression was pure ecstasy. Her mouth dropped open, robbed of breath. Her eyes rolled back. And her center clenched around his with unrelenting pulses. As she throbbed around him, milking his shaft harder and harder, he drove himself to the hilt, giving her everything.

  Grasping at his shoulders, tight in the grip of the orgasm, she stared into his eyes. Right through to his soul. Cried out his name. Over and over again. It was a sound of passion, of desperate relief. And then it was reverent. A sobbing sound that ripped from her lips as another orgasm rolled through her.

  This time, his muscles tensed with her. He quivered on the brink. And then, with a hard beat of his heart, he emptied himself into her.

  A few minutes later, when he was resting over her body, still and lifeless, the air in his lungs finally returned.

  “My Bella,” he panted into her mane of dark, silky hair. “You’ve saved me.”

  “I know. I thought for a second I was going to lose you.”

  “It’s more than that.” His heartbeat drummed in his rib cage, stronger than he’d ever remembered it being, even in his youth. “I was dying on the inside, too. I didn’t know I could love someone this much.”

  She squeezed him against her and sighed.

  “I’d do anything for you, Isabelle.” He kissed her shoulder. “Anything. All you have to do is the say the word, and I’ll make it happen. Your happiness is my only regard from this moment forward. For as long as we both shall live.”

  “Are you sure about that?”

  Her voice was playful, stirring something inside him.

  “I’ll rope you the moon if you want it,” he said. “Just ask.”

  With lightning-quick werewolf speed, she flipped him over and pinned him to the mattress. Straddling his middle, she rolled her hips, bringing him to life once more.

  “I want you to move back with me to Ireland,” she commanded, a sly curl on the edges of her lips. “I want to have a big induction ceremony in front of the pack, where they’ll welcome you in with open arms.”

  Even though he was exhausted beyond measure, he went hard beneath her. Curling his hands around her hips, he slipped into her heat and eased into a slow, sensual rhythm.

  “Sounds like heaven.” In his lustful haze, the words were staccato, but they were clear. “What else?”

  “I want kids, too.” With a soft groan, she arched back, giving him a stunning view of her breasts. “Lots and lots of crazy kids running around, shifting into werewolves at every full moon.”

  He tugged gently on her arm, bringing her down over the top of him. “Sweetheart, the picture you’re painting right now sounds like a masterpiece.”

  She kissed him, softly, openmouthed, filling him with more love and life than he’d ever dreamed possible.

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  Acknowledgments

  As always, thanks to the amazing team at Entangled Publishing for believing in the Seattle and San Francisco Wolf Pack books: Liz Pelletier, Candace Havens, Katie Clapsadl, and Curtis Svehlak, a few treasures among many.

  Thanks to my agent, Nalini Akolekar, for leading the charge.

  I’m so beyond blessed to have the best team of friends, readers, plotters, critiquers, supporters, cheerleaders, and lovable crazies at my side: Elisa Dane, Virna DePaul, Susan Hatler, Vanessa Kier, Jennie Marts, Laurie Shaw, Monica Wunderlich, and Lora Walker. Special thanks to Aggie Smith for pulling through with last-minute reads and honest feedback. (Those brutally honest opinions are given with love and smiles, I know it.)

  Hugs, love, and thanks to Justin, Kelli, and Gavin, and the rest of my family for the unwavering love and support.

  About the Author

  New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Kristin Miller writes sweet and sassy contemporary romance and paranormal romance of all varieties. Kristin has degrees in psychology, English, and education, and taught high school and middle school English before crossing over to a career in writing. She lives in Northern California with her alpha male husband and their two children. She loves chocolate way more than she should, and the gym less. You can usually find her in the corner of a coffee shop, laptop in front of her and mocha in hand, using the guests around her as fuel for her next book.

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