had me forever.
I was the one who was terrified. Thirty years old, and I’d never been able to commit to a woman. This one was forbidden, too. But the rules had ruptured when Ember broke the skin on my neck. Lyssie was going to expect the world from me. This had been the dream, and as Lyssie waited patiently for me to strip out of my own clothes, I wanted to make it real.
She nestled her face on the pillow, her arms resting by her head. It didn’t surprise me that she tensed when I brushed her hair away from her face, but her expression was so serene. A couple of long blinks and a moistening her lips, but that was it. Lyssie wanted this. I’d been watching her for months, always making sure everyone was taken care of. It was time for someone to take care of Lyssie.
I trailed my fingers down her back slowly, surprised smoke didn’t rise from her skin. All along I knew she’d be submissive, hoped she’d be my submissive, but I couldn’t fuck this up. She’d been so timid about her lack of experience, she needed to learn what she liked and didn’t like. We’d work up to more. Peace washed over me. This wasn’t a one night stand. No need to rush, or claim what was mine. I had her, lying before me.
Lyssie grazed her lip with her teeth and tongue in hypnotic rhythm as I continued exploring her body. I wanted to touch every inch of her. She wriggled when I touched her ass, eyes bright. Whether she meant to or not, she squeezed her thighs together when she settled. None of that. I had the best view in the house as I trailed down her legs, goosebumps erupting on her skin. Her feet were ticklish, and she squealed with laughter, jerking them away from me when I ran my thumbnail along the arch. So naturally, I grabbed her foot and did it again. I loved the way she looked when she laughed. The fear melted away and she let herself be free. Even better, I loved the way her body moved, the hint of her tits, her legs moving without any regard for modesty.
“Why’d you stop?” Lyssie asked, lying on her side, trying to catch her breath.
I didn’t answer her right away, still lost in every voluptuous curve, her blue eyes shining with the tears that laughter brought, and the smile she didn’t even know she was wearing. “You mesmerized me.”
“I’m ticklish. I can’t help it.”
She didn’t realize what I was saying. “It has nothing to do with that.” I crawled up her body. Cool air radiated from her skin, an elixir that made the outside world disappear. If only we could get it to be permanent. I couldn’t resist her lips, they were too close not to kiss. “What do you want to do, Lyssie?”
Her breasts rose against my chest with her deep breath. My wolf was going crazy, clawing at the surface. Claim her, any way you can. What the hell? Everything peeled away—the heat, the sickness—gone.
It didn’t matter what the fuck Ember thought. My wolf wanted Lyssie. The whole world could burn around us. I didn’t care.
Lyssie’s eyes sparkled with an entirely different emotion. Desire. She licked her lips. “I want to make your fantasies come true.”
Holy shit. The most amazing part was she had no idea what she was doing to me. If I made it through this night without marking her, it would be a miracle.
I kissed her again, grabbing her ass, hard. She moaned against my lips, even hungrier than I expected. “Lay on your stomach again,” I said, breath raspy. “I had a plan.”
“Did you now?” Lyssie complied with my request, settling back to her original position. She wore her serenity like a diamond necklace.
“I did. And it was to make your fantasies come true.” I kneaded the muscles in her shoulders, tracing small circles the length of her spine, until I reached that glorious ass. “If you like something, tell me. If you’re not into it, I want to know that, too.”
“I want you to do the thing you did last night. When you made me lose all control. I liked that. A lot.”
Last night had been
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Kitty DuCane
Jane Lindskold
Sloan Storm
Rosemary Rowe
Kahlin Rogue
Melody Thomas
JL Bryan
London Casey, Karolyn James
Jeffery Deaver