candy. The man was putty in her hands and mouth, so she upped the ante, increasing the suction on his cock. A hand fisted in her hair and he increased his rhythm until his hips were snapping like a piston, fucking her face like there was no tomorrow.
She opened to him, squeezing his balls, hoping to make him lose control. Her efforts met with resounding success. After giving a series of quick thrusts, his body tensed, balls drawing up tight.
“Shit! Coming!”
He tried to pull out, but she held fast to her prize. Surrendering to her wishes, he came with a shout, his seed spurting hot and thick onto her tongue, down her throat. She drank him greedily, not wanting to miss a drop, though it wasn’t easy. The man was loaded with cream and maybe hadn’t enjoyed this in quite a while. Or so she hoped.
When he slumped against the tile, she licked away the last drops, then let him slip from her lips and smiled up into his sated face. “Damn, you taste good, my wolf.”
“What?” He blinked at her as though startled.
“You taste good,” she repeated.
“Oh. Thanks.” Helping her up, he smiled. “I’d love to return the favor.”
“You can, but I did that because I wanted to. I enjoyed it, very much.”
He looked rather proud of that. “So did I, as if you couldn’t tell. You’re amazing, sweetheart.”
She basked in his praise as he grabbed a bottle of shampoo and squeezed some into her palm, then his own. They lathered up, took turns rinsing, then soaped their bodies as well. She had fun sudsing his chest and back, not to mention his groin, making him laugh at her playfulness. He soaped her, too, paying special attention to her breasts, tweaking the nipples to hard peaks. Then he soaped between her legs, making sure to rub the sensitive slit so that she squirmed with arousal.
By the time Aric turned off the shower and handed her a towel, she was a ball of frustrated, excited desire. She needed the edge taken off, and fast.
They dried off and then Aric got out a blow dryer, saying that his hair was so long, it was a miserable, cold, damp mop if he let it dry naturally. Rowan itched to get her hands on his mane, and he relinquished the dryer and brush with a minimum of fuss. She had him sit stark naked on the toilet seat facing away from her, and tackled the glorious tresses with relish. As it dried, the mass was silky and shiny, and he practically purred with pleasure at the attention.
When it was sufficiently dry, she did her own, which didn’t take nearly as much time, then switched off the dryer. “Have you always worn your hair long?” she asked, rolling up the cord and replacing the dryer in the cabinet.
“Except for my years in the Navy, I have. Drives the women crazy.”
“Conceited much?”
“Nah, not me. Truthfully, I just like it this way. It feeds my inner rock star wannabe.”
She laughed. “Sling an electric guitar over your hips and the image will be complete. Love it.”
“See? Works every time.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“Would you want me any other way?”
“I doubt you’d wear ‘sweet and innocent’ very well, so no.”
Standing, he crowded her against the sink, a position she liked a lot. “Good, because I’ve never been anything but a really bad boy,” he said, cupping her cheeks.
His tongue teased the seam of her lips, slipped inside to play for a few seconds. Then he pulled away and took her hand, making straight for the bed. She crawled into the middle, laughing when he flipped her over as if she weighed nothing and fake-tackled her, covering her body with his. She spread her legs to accommodate him and he settled his weight comfortably, taking care not to squash her into the mattress. She loved the solid feel of him, his clean, crisp scent.
She especially loved how his hair fell around them like a fiery silk curtain. Unable to resist, she twirled a lock around one finger.
“I think you just want me because of my hair.” His grin was teasing.
“Oh, that’s not all. Trust me. But I’m not going to list your assets no matter how much you fish, because your ego is inflated enough already.”
“Not my ego,” he said with a wicked gleam in his eyes, grinding the proof into her belly. “You walked right into that one.”
“So I did.”
With her fingertip she traced the gorgeous scrolled tattoo that spilled over his left shoulder and onto his chest. The snarling wolf’s head in the center was more of an outline than a detailed picture, a silhouette.
“You like?”
“It’s stunning,” she answered honestly. “When the others shifted to human form, I’ve noticed that except for Kalen, Hammer, and Nick, each of you has one somewhere on your body. Even Micah has one.”
His expression darkened a bit. “Yeah, all of us who were attacked and changed years ago, in Afghanistan. We did it when we joined the Alpha Pack, as sort of a memorial to the life we’d lost, and the one we were beginning.”
“That’s sad,” she said softly.
“To us, it was a tribute of sorts. A way to say ‘fuck it’ and move on.” Leaning in, he nibbled her neck. “Let’s not talk anymore. For now.”
“Okay, for now— Oh!”
His teeth scraped along her vulnerable skin, and she felt his canines, sharp and dangerous. God, that was sort of kinky. And a huge turn-on. Suddenly she wanted very much for him to sink his teeth into her neck, though she wasn’t sure why. He didn’t, and her disappointment was lost in anticipation as he continued downward, pausing to capture a pert nipple in his teeth.
She squirmed, buried her fingers in his hair and tugged. He chuckled, sucking and teasing the nub, giving the tiniest shock of pain with the pleasure, then repeated his attentions on the other. Then he kissed a line down the middle of her stomach, pausing where her patch of neat curls began.
Pushing her thighs apart, he rubbed her slit with two fingers. Spread the moisture, looking his fill. The hunger on his handsome face made her feel wanton. Sexy. Excited. So many things she was unaccustomed to in her life. In her job, where she certainly felt anything but womanly. This was different, and extraordinary.
Just like the wolf.
Bending, he tasted her, and a growl of male approval rumbled in his chest. “So sweet, like I knew you’d be.”
“But our dream—”
“Can’t compare to this.”
He was right. No fantasy, even one shared, could compare to flesh and blood. To the warm, strong man whose tongue was working magic, laving slowly, sending the most delightful shivers to every nerve ending. Then he worked between her folds, licking her core. Taking his time, driving her insane. Finally, she pulled at him, almost frantic.
“I need you inside me! Protection?”
“Don’t need it,” he said huskily, moving up her body to position himself. “Shifters can’t catch or pass human diseases, including STDs. And I can’t knock you up, either, unless we mate.”
“Knock me up?” She wrinkled her nose. “Such a romantic.”
“Shh, where were we? Oh, yes—right here.”
“But what do you mean by ma—”
He silenced her question with a searing kiss, easing the head inside, blowing her thoughts to dust. Then he slid deep, his girth stretching her but not enough to hurt, filling her more completely than any man ever had.
Having him inside, fucking her with that huge, naked cock… it was electric. She’d never allowed a partner to do it bare, and God, what she’d been missing! She clung to him, palms spread on his back, noticed that he seemed too warm. But she lost herself in loving the play of hard muscles under skin that wasn’t quite smooth. Ridges? Yes, he had tiny lines, and she recalled the whip marks on his back, evidence of his torture during captivity. She wanted to kiss each scar and make it disappear.
