situation under control.
The next time you interfere, I’ll take you over my knee.” With the
last words, her eyes grew big as he lowered his mouth to capture
hers. She beat against his chest, pushing, groaning when he
wouldn’t release her. Ty held firm. Crushing his mouth to hers, he
captured her lips in an unrelenting assault. The kiss began as
possession as he forced his demand on her with his lips and tongue.
Soon, the moist heat of her mouth against his, led Ty to gentle the
kiss. He sucked her bottom lip and groaned when she shuttered.
Growling soft and low in his throat, he dragged his mouth away. The
heat of her soft breath coaxed him to return as his tongue entwined
with hers. Her fingers urgently racing through his hair set his
nerve endings on fire. She wrapped her arms around him as another
soft moan left her lips. He explored her breasts, her stomach,
finally finding the spot he sought in her tight, hot heat. “So much
woman. I can’t stop thinking about sliding between your legs to
feel you wrap around me.” He eased back, drinking in her beauty.
The need surged up, catapulting him higher. “Nymph, you understand
me well. You know a kill stirs my juices, makes me crave what’s
mine.” He growled, a low feral sound, as he buried his head in her
soft woman’s flesh.
“Me too,” she whispered. “Will you make love
to me, Ty?” She arched with his touch. “I need you so badly.”
Running his tongue along the inside of her
silken thigh, Ty moaned deep in his throat. Her skin was as
baby-soft as he remembered. The scent of her called to him. He
leaned in, stirring her arousal. The tender stroke of his tongue
sent shivers rippling through her flesh. She moaned as she reached
for him. Lacing fingers with hers, he rose up, gazing into her
face. A sweet yearning showed in her eyes, his woman, his heart.
“You’re beautiful like this.” The need to speak the words rose
unbidden. “I love you, Nymph. I always will. You’re the one. The
one I’ve searched for.” He shook his head only inches form her
face. “Don’t shut me out.”
She furrowed her brow. “I’d never do
that.”
“You have. You don’t realize the fact, but
you’re trying to do that. I’m your mate, your equal. Yet, you try
to protect me as if I were unable to stand for myself. A man can’t
deal with such a situation. Let me be a man.”
She searched his face. Her eyes soon filled
with tears. “I’m sorry. I had no idea.” Brushing at the moisture,
Sonja blinked, before shaking her head in denial. ‘I only wanted to
protect you.”
“I know and appreciate your concern. I can
take care of myself.” He dipped his head to touch her lips with
his.
“Um, Nymph, I dream of nothing else except
being with you. You’re my partner, my soul mate, my heart.”
“Shh, come here and love me.” Her fingers
threaded in his hair as she tugged him closer. A soft nip of his
lip before her tongue plunged deep into his mouth. Tracing a path
of abandonment, Sonja suckled his tongue in unison with the arch of
her hips to meet his. Each thrust, each tug of her teeth, was sweet
torture to his arousal. Her kiss spilled through his soul. In
cadence with hers, his hips moved of their own volition. So taken
by her touch, her sweet coaxing, Ty couldn’t contain the need to
fill her. As he did, the first thrust brought such pleasure he was
afraid he might come. Bearing down on the release, he focused on
her pleasure. His reward, her eyes glazed with the first quiver of
ecstasy. He followed where she lead, falling heedlessly over the
edge. In the aftermath, he buried his face in the soft skin at her
nape, sucking deeply of her flesh, marking her as his. No other had
a right to calm her except him. The wolf rested sedately in the
arms of his lover. He was hers.
***
The cock was crowing when Ty stepped onto the
gangplank connecting the higher bluff with the river landing
below.
Iron clanged against iron, whoops went up,
hollers surged upward
David LaRochelle
Walter Wangerin Jr.
James Axler
Yann Martel
Ian Irvine
Cory Putman Oakes
Ted Krever
Marcus Johnson
T.A. Foster
Lee Goldberg