“Oh, yeah. Guess so.”
She gasped but didn’t move her hand. Her touch was light, allowing the shift to happen under her fingertips, but he felt something resembling an electrical charge pulsing at that point of contact. Muscle and bone responded with a speed and grace he’d never felt before. His heart ached with the beauty of it and the joy of sharing this moment with her.
And then it was over. Dazed and breathing hard, he lay on the quilt. Her fingers rested on the back of his hand instead of the back of his paw. Without opening his eyes, he turned his hand over and laced his fingers through hers.
She squeezed his hand.
He started to say something and realized emotion clogged his throat, preventing him from talking. The past two minutes had been the most emotionally moving of his entire life.
“Are you okay?” she asked softly.
He nodded, still struggling with the enormity of his feelings. He might have seriously miscalculated. He’d meant to solve a simple problem of shifting blockage. But he’d created an even bigger problem.
Less than twenty minutes ago he’d been calculating how soon he could leave her. But during this shift, he’d forged a bond so strong he couldn’t imagine ever doing that. And he would have to.
“Jake, you’re worrying me. Is your shoulder bothering you? It looks really good from here, but if you have a lot of pain, then—”
He opened his eyes and gazed at her. “I’m fine.” He cleared his throat. “But that was the most intense shift I’ve ever had.”
“You were glowing pretty bright. There was heat, too.”
Still holding her hand, he rolled to his side to face her. “I’ll bet.”
“Why do you think it was so intense?”
“You were touching me. Your energy shot through my system and I felt supercharged.” He held up their clasped hands. “I can still feel the tingle.”
“So can I. I thought it might just be me, though.”
“No, it’s both of us.” As he gazed at her, the energy coursing between them took a sensual turn.
Although only their hands touched, her pupils darkened as if he’d begun stroking her breasts and thighs. Her lips parted and her breathing changed tempo. Her throat moved in a slow swallow, and beneath her thin tank top, her nipples thrust against the material.
His body responded immediately. His balls tightened and his cock grew hard. “Lie with me, Rachel.”
She moistened her lips in an unconsciously provocative gesture. “I will.” Her voice was low and sultry. “But first, I’m going to touch you. I’m going to worship this body that just appeared before my eyes. You’re such a mystery to me, Jake. I want to know you.”
He inhaled sharply, from both excitement and a dash of apprehension. He wanted her touch, wanted it desperately. Perhaps too desperately. He couldn’t shake the feeling that they were crossing some sort of line, one that he hadn’t meant to cross at all.
But no red-blooded male could resist the promise in Rachel’s silvery eyes as she gently slipped her fingers free and rose to her knees. In an instant she’d disposed of her tank top. Then she slid out of her pj bottoms.
“Lie back,” she murmured.
Holding her gaze, he did as he was told, his heart hammering as she crawled onto his makeshift bed. Her eyes smoldered with repressed heat. Straddling him, she started with his mouth.
Her kiss held nothing back. She plundered his mouth with her tongue and nipped his lower lip with her teeth. Last night he’d stripped away her civilized veneer, and now that wild creature was back, ready to do the same to him.
He was used to being in control, but she didn’t seem inclined to allow that. When he reached for her, she grasped his hands and pinned them beside his head. He started to resist, and she lifted her mouth from his and tightened her hold.
“I know you could overpower me easily. But let me be in charge, werewolf.” Leaning down, she brushed her taut nipples over his chest.
His breath hissed out as he fought the urge to grab her and drive his rigid penis into her waiting warmth. He knew she was ready for him. His sense of smell told him all he needed to know.
But she’d made a request. Although it scrambled his brain to turn over control, especially to a human female, he would do it because she deserved that. She’d proven herself strong and true. If she wanted to be in charge, she would be.
As if sensing his complete surrender, she laughed softly. “Good. Now we’ll have some fun.”
With that, she proceeded to turn him inside out. Using her lips, her tongue, her teeth, her fingers, and her breasts, she caressed him without mercy. She turned him into a seething mass of frustration, and all because she carefully avoided touching his aching cock and throbbing balls.
Her laughing eyes found his. “How are we doing, werewolf?”
He growled. He wasn’t proud of making that sort of primitive sound, but it fit his mood perfectly. Only one part of his body remained untouched, and he wanted her mouth there. Now. Or five minutes ago would have been even better.
“Ah, you seem a little upset. Maybe I can do something about that.” She placed her lips where he’d been longing to have them and gave him a sweet kiss right on the tip.
He groaned.
“More?”
“Rachel, so help me . . .”
“I want to help you, Jake. Is this what you had in mind?” She ran her tongue from base to tip. And stopped.
He gasped. “You’re making me crazy.”
“That’s my goal.”
“Do you want me to beg?”
“Sure.”
He gulped for air. “Rachel, please take my cock into your sweet mouth. Please.”
“Be glad to.” And she did, while fondling his family jewels at the same time. Her attentions were so thorough that he almost came. Twice.
“That’s . . . enough.” He sucked air into his tortured lungs. “I’m right on the edge.”
“Me, too.” With one last swipe of her tongue she released him. “And I want this, too.” Straddling his hips, she took what he offered and moaned softly as she slid downward.
The sensation was so great he simply reveled in it for several long seconds.
She leaned forward and brushed her lips over his. “You good?”
“More than good,” he mumbled.
“I’m going to move.”
“Please do.”
“You can join in if you want now.”
He hesitated. This was her show, after all. “You’re sure?”
“Absolutely.” She began a rhythmic motion with her hips. “Participation is welcome.”
That was all he needed. Bracketing her hips with both hands, he synchronized his movements to hers. Beautiful. The pressure mounted within him, but it was a sweet pressure. A welcome pressure. He’d tried to hold it back for too long.
But now he felt her reaching for her climax, and at last he could let go. With a cry of triumph, she took him deeper and found her nirvana. He followed her over the edge as he drove upward and abandoned himself to the wonder of loving Rachel.
Afterward, she slumped against him, her breath labored and her skin slick. Wrapping his arms around her, he eased her down, coaxing her to relax and let him support her. He felt her go boneless with contentment.
