her pussy, and she gasped for air, arching off the cushions.
His mouth on her breast was hot, his tongue hard and ravenous, teasing unmercifully. His hand possessed her other breast, and the deluge of sensations sent her senses whirling. Her fingers clenched in his hair-probably painfully-to pull him closer, and she couldn’t seem to release her hold. His scent wrapped around her, a sunlit forest, pine trees. Male. Very male.
Her hips rose, rubbing her pelvis against him as she ached with emptiness. “Alec-please-” Her legs parted, inviting him in.
“Ah, I might have known you’d get all urgent on me.” One big hand stroked down her inner thigh, pushing between her legs.
To her surprise, he moved back and kissed his way down her body. A bite for her stomach that made her squeak. His tongue circled her belly button. His breath puffed hot against her pelvis. There he settled. He grasped her thighs, pushing her legs apart, and opening her fully to his gaze. “Oh, yes,” he murmured. Bending his head, he nibbled on the tender skin of her inner thigh.
The muscles in her legs tightened uncontrollably, and her hands curled into fists in his hair.
“Not just yet, baby,” he murmured.
When she tried to close her legs, his broad shoulders kept her thighs spread. His head lifted, and he studied her as if he saw more, much more, than she wanted him to see. As if he could see her fear as well as her arousal.
His steady gaze released her, and he kissed between her hip and pussy. “Don’t worry so much, Vixen. This is making love, not war.” His fingers pressed her folds completely open, and she felt cool air touch her, the slight rasp of his stubbled cheek, and then his tongue slid lightly, tenderly over her sensitive skin. She moaned, her vision blurring, and her legs falling open.
When he nibbled and tongued her inner folds, she tensed even as her hips pressed upward for more. “Alec-”
He gave a growling laugh and nipped her thigh. A wave of heat hit her and her head dropped back. God, it was too much, felt too good. She was losing control; her mind drowning in the surging of her body. In the determined gentleness of his touch.
The heat of his tongue circling her clit made her moan. She felt swollen down there, too tight. Burning for more. And then one hard finger eased inside her. She gasped as nerves wakened within her. His thick knuckle rubbed against her opening, sending sensation unfurling.
She couldn’t catch her breath as her hips jerked with every slide of his finger, of his tongue. His finger stroked her inside; outside, his tongue never left her clitoris, circling the spot, never touching the top.
Her whole world wavered, tightening, tightening, suspended in the black space of need.
And then his lips closed over her and he…sucked. His tongue slid over her clit, the very top, and a grenade of sensation turned the room white and blew her to pieces.
His vixen was a screamer, Alec thought as she spasmed around his finger, her hips bucking against his face. Under his tongue, her clit softened, and he teased it, enjoying the way she clenched with each stroke. She hadn’t wanted to lose control-he’d seen that clearly-but when she did, she was glorious.
As her shuddering slowed, he eased his finger out, smiling at how slick she was and how her scent had sweetened with her climax. “By Herne, you taste like the finest honey.” After a final lick that elicited only a tiny quiver, he moved back up her body.
Her arms lay limp at her sides, and he grinned, his scalp tender from her tugging on his hair. He’d never enjoyed anything so much in his life as sliding past her desire to control everything…and making her come. He kissed her lightly. “You’re beautiful, Vicki,” he whispered.
When she blinked in surprise, then smiled in pleasure, his heart squeezed. Her tough attitude covered up such tender feelings. The discovery made him want her all the more.
He settled between her legs and pressed his cock lightly against her slick entrance. By Herne, he needed to be in her. Her eyes widened, and then he sheathed himself, all the way home in one move.
Back arching, she clenched. “Oh God!”
“No, just Alec.” She was hot. Tight. He closed his eyes, not moving, simply savoring the squeeze of her pussy around him, letting her accustom to his size.
“I like how you feel.” Her voice was husky, the sound pulling him down to take her mouth and pillage those soft, swollen lips.
When he rubbed his chest across her breasts, her nipples hardened to points at the friction. Finally, unable to hold out any longer, he started to thrust, the feeling rich and good.
She ran her hands up his back, played with his hair, obviously starting to regain her senses. Couldn’t have that. He kissed her again, smiled against her lips, and raised his hips enough to allow his hand down below. When his fingers touched her clitoris, she gasped, and her inside muscles tightened around him so quickly he almost lost control. Herne help him.
As he set up a hard rhythm, her eyes unfocused. Her hands closed on his shoulders. With each thrust, he slid a wet finger across her sensitive flesh, and suddenly her hips were pumping with real urgency.
“God, Alec, I don’t need… I already…”
Oh, but he needed. He needed to feel her spasm around him, to see her overwhelmed again. “Shhh.” He took her mouth and drove hard as her heat tightened. She met him thrust for thrust, pressing him to go faster. Too fast. Gripping her ass, he slowed her rhythm, rotating his hips instead. Her muscles quivered, and he surged deeper.
Her breath puffed hot and fast against his neck as little moans escaped her. He gritted his teeth and slowed further, feeling each inch going in, each inch withdrawing, the finest sensation known to a male. Again, and again.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders. “Alec, please… Please…”
Her thigh muscles were quivering, her pussy tight around him. She was close. Pulling her hips up to meet his, he plunged, deeper, harder, and her wail filled the room.
As she spasmed, every muscle in his body tightened. His balls drew up tight to his groin as if someone had them in a firm grip. Another hard thrust and his release blew through him, white-hot pressure from deep inside as he poured himself into her. As her hips lifted up to him, her pussy billowed against his shaft, drawing out the last drop.
Heart pounding, he rested on his elbows, studying her flushed face and the pulse hammering in her neck. She was warm around him, soft under him. Just another female…yet this joining felt different. Her body under his hands felt just right, his release more satisfying. Fulfilling. How could that be?
He kissed her gently. They were yet joined when he rolled, placing her taut little body on top where he could let his hands stroke over her soft, damp skin. A mountain rescue of two young hikers had left him exhausted, but after a short rest, he damn well intended to have her again and collect some sweet screams.
“Cosantir, we need your help.” The whisper came from outside the small Gathering room where Calum lay sprawled over Ursula’s naked body. Although he’d felt oddly unenthusiastic this Gathering, Ursula had nagged, and he’d finally relented and brought her upstairs. The scent of her arousal had sparked his own, and the joining had been adequate, if not fulfilling.
She murmured drowsily as he withdrew and rose. After pulling on his clothes, he slipped out of the room.
Karen waited in the hallway, her face shiny with sweat, almost whining with impatience.
“Tell me what is wrong,” he said in a low voice.
“A fight, Cosantir,” she choked out. “Farrah went outside with the two males she had chosen, Chad and Patrick. An out-of-territory male followed them to the south clearing and started a fight.”
She grabbed his arm. “They’re fighting as animals, and the guy’s a grizzly and Chad’s only a little wolf. He’s
