The Wolf #2 by Jean Johnson

Author:Jean Johnson [Johnson, Jean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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CHAPTER TEN

The whole world stilled around her while she absorbed his words. She soaked in the warmth of them, the tenderness in them. Alys didn't think she would ever get tired of hearing him say that. It gave her enough courage to release the bedding and simply pull off her boots.

Wolfer groaned as she turned brave and bare-breasted once again.

Alys stilled at that sound. "What now?"

"Never mind." Standing up, he peeled off his breeches. Then caught her staring up at him. It only stiffened him even further. As he was now naked, his physical interest was quite blatant.

Wolfer held out his hand to her. When she took it, he felt like howling again. This time in the cry of a wolf accepted by his mate. Not yet in the eyes of the law—such as it was, on the isle—but soon. Very soon. Pulling her up, he surprised her by dropping to his knees in front of her and helping her remove her own loose-cut trousers and under-trousers. As soon as he helped her to step out of them, he tossed the last garment aside and wrapped his arms around the backs of her thighs, burying his face against her soft, feminine belly.

"Wolfer! That tickles!" Alys added, a little unnerved by the intimate position, with so much of her bare skin pressed against so much of his own. She shivered as his tongue came out and tasted her navel. "Wolfer…"

He tipped his head back and looked up past her breasts. "You said I could do anything to you that you've done to me." Reaching out with one hand, he muttered and enchanted the bedcovers, sliding them to the foot of the mattress. Keeping one arm around her thighs, he slid the other around her back, then stood, picking her up. As she looked up at him, he smiled slowly. A wolf-dining-on-lamb kind of smile. "I intend to do just that. Right now."

She had only a moment to guess his meaning before he was laying her in the middle of his bed. Parting her thighs gently but ruthlessly, he settled himself between her knees and dipped his head. A moment later, as her memories of that client-man and Cari flicked through her head, Wolfer did the exact same thing. To her.

Soft, firm, warm-hot wetness caressed the folds of her femininity. The incredible intimacy made her gasp as he probed the entrance of her core with his tongue, then ran the tip of that tongue up around the sentinel that was her pleasure pearl and back down again. His lips nibbled, his teeth nipped, deliciously, delicately, and his tongue—his tongue!

Within a very short time, she was panting, then moaning, then writhing, because it was something very good—hot and wet and soft and excruciatingly good! And frustrating, as he paused to rearrange his position, moving his hand into the fray. Something nudged her, pushed into her, stroked a little, and made her pant and lift her hips instinctively, even as she clutched at the sheets from uncertainty at the unfamiliar, probing invasion.

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