circled her, sending a wave of lust and need through their bond. She shied back slightly. She knew what needed to happen, and she wasn’t exactly reluctant, just…
With a growl, he circled her again, and she began to understand the dance her wolf was doing, flirting with her mate. Smiling inwardly, she rubbed her muzzle along his, enjoying the electric spark between them before she stepped away again. One big brown paw reached toward her; again she skipped away.
The playful dance between them lasted long minutes as she flirted and teased while he stalked about the clearing, displaying his alpha male qualities while barraging her with sensual images of their night together the night before, putting the memory of her first orgasm into her mind with so much intensity she almost felt it all over again. Feeling her need escalating sharply, she turned and presented herself to him. In a flash, he had the back of her neck in his teeth: he was over her, inside her, giving her everything she’d never known she would need. The human part of her felt detached but curious, the wolf part of her felt…victorious. She felt his body flood hers with his release, and she knew their bond was complete.
When they collapsed to the ground, she felt him shift and she followed, sitting cross-legged beside him. With a still-animal look in his eyes, he pushed her down to the forest floor and took one puffy, brown nipple in his mouth. Her hands buried in his hair as he pulled her legs apart, kneeling between them. Before she could wonder what he would do next, two of his fingers were buried inside her, his thumb brushing along her clit, playing over her body with the mastery of a man who knew exactly how to please his woman. Humming against the hard nipple in his mouth, he drew upon it hard.
The feverish joy that spread through her was immediate, intense. Before she could even attempt to draw it out, she was falling, sucked into a riptide of feeling as her shoulders lurched toward her mate and her head fell back against the ground. She felt the rumble of a growl against her breast as his mouth opened wider and he bit into her breast, forcing her up and over the peak just as quickly as before.
“ Querida , I need…” He shook against her breast as her tremors slowed, his hand still working rhythmically inside her. Tugging him down to her body, she opened herself to him. With a groan of gratitude, he pulled his fingers out, grabbing her hips as he buried himself inside her. She felt it then—the way the strength of their bond had multiplied, unfolding like an infinite loop around them, magnifying and enhancing everything they felt, reflecting back over and over. The shuddery kiss he pressed to her lips was full of wet heat and loss of control, and she savored it as she reached once more for that sweetness, that intense oblivion. She felt his need growing within him, felt the heat and tightness of her own body wrapped around him, felt the driving energy pulsing around them, electric impulses firing in her—no, his—spine, and then she exploded—or was it him?
It didn’t matter: as they clutched each other tightly and rocked together, she realized the boundaries between their souls had disintegrated. Everything she was, was his; everything he was, was hers. The intensity of it brought tears to her eyes as she tumbled into an exhausted, fucked-out sleep, naked on the forest floor.
Chapter Seven
S a rita was in the glass studio, running the bowl she was creating over the marver, when her uncle Fionn walked into the room. The glass furnaces were hot, and she wore just a tank top and sweat pants, her hair pulled back and safety goggles perched on her nose. As she looked up, she smiled. Her uncle had dressed in shorts and a tank to visit her, which meant he was willing to talk while she worked. Often, when she was interrupted in the studio, her friends and family would be dressed for whatever was going on outdoors. When that happened, she’d
With a growl, he circled her again, and she began to understand the dance her wolf was doing, flirting with her mate. Smiling inwardly, she rubbed her muzzle along his, enjoying the electric spark between them before she stepped away again. One big brown paw reached toward her; again she skipped away.
The playful dance between them lasted long minutes as she flirted and teased while he stalked about the clearing, displaying his alpha male qualities while barraging her with sensual images of their night together the night before, putting the memory of her first orgasm into her mind with so much intensity she almost felt it all over again. Feeling her need escalating sharply, she turned and presented herself to him. In a flash, he had the back of her neck in his teeth: he was over her, inside her, giving her everything she’d never known she would need. The human part of her felt detached but curious, the wolf part of her felt…victorious. She felt his body flood hers with his release, and she knew their bond was complete.
When they collapsed to the ground, she felt him shift and she followed, sitting cross-legged beside him. With a still-animal look in his eyes, he pushed her down to the forest floor and took one puffy, brown nipple in his mouth. Her hands buried in his hair as he pulled her legs apart, kneeling between them. Before she could wonder what he would do next, two of his fingers were buried inside her, his thumb brushing along her clit, playing over her body with the mastery of a man who knew exactly how to please his woman. Humming against the hard nipple in his mouth, he drew upon it hard.
The feverish joy that spread through her was immediate, intense. Before she could even attempt to draw it out, she was falling, sucked into a riptide of feeling as her shoulders lurched toward her mate and her head fell back against the ground. She felt the rumble of a growl against her breast as his mouth opened wider and he bit into her breast, forcing her up and over the peak just as quickly as before.
“ Querida , I need…” He shook against her breast as her tremors slowed, his hand still working rhythmically inside her. Tugging him down to her body, she opened herself to him. With a groan of gratitude, he pulled his fingers out, grabbing her hips as he buried himself inside her. She felt it then—the way the strength of their bond had multiplied, unfolding like an infinite loop around them, magnifying and enhancing everything they felt, reflecting back over and over. The shuddery kiss he pressed to her lips was full of wet heat and loss of control, and she savored it as she reached once more for that sweetness, that intense oblivion. She felt his need growing within him, felt the heat and tightness of her own body wrapped around him, felt the driving energy pulsing around them, electric impulses firing in her—no, his—spine, and then she exploded—or was it him?
It didn’t matter: as they clutched each other tightly and rocked together, she realized the boundaries between their souls had disintegrated. Everything she was, was his; everything he was, was hers. The intensity of it brought tears to her eyes as she tumbled into an exhausted, fucked-out sleep, naked on the forest floor.
Chapter Seven
S a rita was in the glass studio, running the bowl she was creating over the marver, when her uncle Fionn walked into the room. The glass furnaces were hot, and she wore just a tank top and sweat pants, her hair pulled back and safety goggles perched on her nose. As she looked up, she smiled. Her uncle had dressed in shorts and a tank to visit her, which meant he was willing to talk while she worked. Often, when she was interrupted in the studio, her friends and family would be dressed for whatever was going on outdoors. When that happened, she’d
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