Untamed Wolf (Wolves of Willow Bend Book 6) by Long Heather

Author:Long, Heather [Long, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781311678812
Published: 2015-04-23T23:00:00+00:00

The moment his lips brushed hers, electricity seemed to amp through her nervous system. Warmth and softness. Coffee and male. Heat and security. Swamped by the sensations, she parted her lips. His tongue swept inside to tangle with hers. All her earlier aches and pains seemed to evaporate as the world narrowed to where his lips teased hers. Her bones became liquid and her blood super-heated. Desire coiled through her as she curled fingers against his face.

She wanted to hold her breath lest the pleasure assaulting her from the simple kiss stop, yet the massage of his mouth over hers was relentless. She couldn’t catch her breath much less hold it. A low growl vibrated in his throat, and she groaned at the increased sense of urgency. The blanket slid away and his arms came around her, buffering her against the cold on her back.

Leaning into him, her breasts brushed the bare skin of his chest. Her nipples stiffened at the contact and a tremor skated over her. Her wolf surged and she nipped his lower lip. The contact sharp enough to draw blood. Shocked, she jerked away. A dozen apologies trembled on her tongue, but died unspoken at the golden eyes gazing at her.

“Hello, sweet wolf.” He ran his tongue over his lower lip, and the feeling of something purely feminine and satisfied settled in the vicinity of her gut. With agonizing slowness he closed the distance again, then whispered, “Fix what you hurt.”

He wanted her to… She lapped at the small cut, tiny flicks of her tongue, the action as natural as taking her next breath, yet as alien as taking flight. His rumble of pleasure stoked her confidence and she pressed a tiny kiss to the injury, then to the corner of his mouth. When he didn’t reject any of her overtures, she nuzzled along his jaw. The faintest rasp of the stubble on his cheeks pricked and delighted her.

The scrape of teeth against her jaw drew her attention back to him, then he kissed her lightly before catching her lower lip with his teeth. Palming his shoulders, she braced herself to feel his teeth. They didn’t wound, the draw over her lower lip seemed to only increase the tension more.

When he finally released her lip, she shuddered. “No one’s ever kissed me like that.” Truth. Even Brick—the wolf who’d kissed her in Three Rivers—hadn’t left her quivering. She could barely remember the way he’d touched his mouth to hers, or the feeling of his hand around her throat—light, without hurting. It seemed so…perfunctory.

Nothing about Dylan was so mundane.

“I gather you liked it?” Curiosity and the barest hint of arrogance marked his words. He was pleased with himself. Well, as a matter of fact, she was pleased with him, as well. With gentle strokes of his thumbs along her spine, he loosened some of her tension. Between the fire at her back and Dylan pressed against her front, she was toasty.

“Maybe.” At the first hint of skepticism, his eyebrows rose.

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