“Oh, no, Kereny. No’ yet.” He pulled back, leaving her breasts and nipples aching. Barely harnessed aggression radiated from him as he clawed away her damp underpants.
Once she stood nude before him, she shook with anticipation. She was a woman outside of time. Outside of the rules. Too aroused to be shy, she rolled her shoulders back.
He bit out words in Gaelic.
“English?”
“I disbelieve you are mine, could come just looking at you.” His eyes had turned full lupine blue.
Though she would be ready with her knife, for now the sight of those eyes only inflamed her more. This immortal warrior who worshipped control was losing it because of her body. “And what about you?” she said. “I want to see what I almost explored here the last time. Your pants off. Now.”
He growled with delight. “As my general demands.” He carefully worked the zipper down over his erection, and his engorged rod bobbed free.
Oh, Doamne.
He shoved his pants off and straightened, letting her look her fill.
The vision of his manhood in firelight was now emblazoned on her brain. Crisscrossed with generous veins, the shaft was as straight as an arrow between his lean hips, the crown a touch wider. Large, dusky testicles descended at the base.
Magnificent male!
His penis jerked, and pearlescent seed beaded the slit, glistening in the light. He released a ragged breath. “Can feel your gaze on it. Look how much precum I’m making for you.”
She’d never heard that term before, but she knew to what he referred. Eager to feel and taste it, she reached for him. The heat of his member staggered her.
Ren might be a novice, but she was a quick study. She would learn how to pleasure him by watching his reactions.
He made fists as she traced the raised veins along his iron-hard flesh. When she cupped his heavy testicles, he hastily widened his stance for more. Once she gripped his shaft, he ground into her hand with a rumbling growl. Like that, do you?
Her thumb brushed over the tip, and another drop beaded. Fascinated, she rubbed the welling slit.
Every muscle in his frame tightened. “Maddening me!” Blood dripped from his fists once more. “I fear I’ll shame myself right in your soft palm.”
“I’d like to see that.” As she rubbed, she licked her lips.
His gaze locked on them. “Those red lips of yours drive me crazy. I imagined feeding them my straining cockhead. Would your tongue greet it?”
The image he painted was so erotic that she gasped: “Yes.”
“I pictured your lips closing around the crown. You licked it as you suckled me.”
Wonderful idea! “I think I’ll have a taste—”
“Ah-ah. Canna let you do that. No’ yet. Going to eat your sweet cunny first.” The gravelly timbre of his voice made her sex clench. “That’s my lifelong fantasy, and I want it. Are you going to give it to me?”
An immortal wolf was about to deliver his dark kiss to a huntress in their secret cave. So forbidden.
She wanted nothing more! “Do it.”
His fangs lengthened as his attention drifted down her body . . . lower . . . lower . . .
FORTY
Begone, beast! The creature was in a lather for Kereny. Munro had never had this much trouble muzzling it before.
He called on every ounce of mastery that he’d ever garnered. No way he’d miss out on this experience. At last, he was about to taste his female’s pleasure.
With the beast somewhat secured, Munro took in Kereny’s beauty as the light played over her supple flesh, just as he planned to play. His gaze roamed from her luminous eyes to her kiss-swollen lips to her shining mane.
The ends of her tresses tickled her breasts . . . those plump mounds that had nearly stolen his culmination.
Her tiny waist and shapely hips drew his attention lower to the soft black curls between her legs. “Gods almighty, woman.” Had he said that aloud? He fell to his knees to nuzzle her smooth thighs. He licked one, then pressed a tender kiss to her other, inhaling the air warmed from her skin.
She trembled, her hips rocking sensually. Even as his thoughts turned wickeder, emotion lodged in his chest for his wee mortal. She was a treasure.
My treasure. Mo stór. “Put your knee over my shoulder, love. Let me into you.”
She eagerly did as he bade her, making him want to howl with pride.
“Good girl.” As he leaned in, her cunny lips opened like a blossom, weeping wet. “Mercy!” His nostrils flared for her exquisite scent even as he needed his own scent all over her.
Her glistening flesh matched the shade of her nipples, her wee clit begging for a tongue-lashing. His mouth watered for her tight core, his shaft aching to claim the virginity he could see.
When her channel quivered before his eyes, he licked his lips in anticipation, a ravening wolf about to feast on his mate.
She murmured to him in throaty Romanian.
He didn’t understand her language, but passion steeped her words. “English?”
“Munro . . . kiss me. Want your mouth here.” She rocked her hips, teasing him with her splayed heaven.
Ren perceived Munro’s exhalations on her intimate flesh just before his tongue laved her entrance. “Ah, Doamne!” Her back bowed as she clutched his hair.
With a lost groan, he buried his mouth, strong tongue darting.
She threw back her head. “Yes, yes, yes!”
His fingers dug into the curves of her backside, heightening all the sensations. He broke the kiss to command, “Look at me. Meet my eyes as I eat you up.”
When she locked gazes with this god of a male, he began delving at her core. “Feels so good!” He moved higher to flick her bud with his tongue, and she jolted as if he’d found a bared nerve. “Ahhh!”
Between licks, he murmured, “Sweetest lips and clit. Never get enough of this.” He raised his hand to stroke her at the same time, wedging one finger inside.
Her channel greedily clamped it. “Wolf!” The fullness within made her moan.
He inhaled sharply and thrust that finger. “This—is—mine,” he said with a harder thrust. “You are all mine. I’m going to claim you soon.” He tongued her, playing with her slickness, copulating her till she was about to burst.
Shed of all inhibition, she petted her breasts and pinched the tips.
He groaned anew. “Admit that you belong to me.”
Belong? Such a loaded word.