He moved closer, casually reaching down to slowly wrap his hand around her right ankle, gently lifting her leg. “I must admit, the thought has entered my mind,” he said with a soft growl that did all kinds of crazy things to Brielle’s pulse. After the orgasm she just had, she thought it would take a few minutes to get ready for another. It appeared she was wrong.
Caleb’s mouth came down and pressed a kiss to the inside of her leg, his warm lips grazing her sensitive ankle bone, which was clearly an erogenous zone she never knew she had.
His glowing blue eyes never left hers as he worked his way up the inside of her leg, nibbling and kissing the entire way. Brielle was shivering by the time he reached her inner thigh, his long fangs scraping along the tender skin there. For a second, she wondered if Caleb would bite her. There was a part of her that wished he would. Just a little.
But then his mouth was on her pussy, and any thoughts of fangs and biting disappeared in the delirium of Caleb’s tongue gliding up one side of her folds and down the other. He applied the perfect amount of pressure—studiously avoiding her clit for the moment—as if he could read her mind and knew exactly the way she liked it.
She spread her legs wide, making room for Caleb’s broad shoulders even as she twisted her fingers tightly into his hair. It wasn’t that she felt like she needed to control his movement or keep him in place. It was quite obvious he knew what he was doing when it came to making love to her. But still, she liked the idea of being able to encourage him to keep going if she wanted to. And in her mind, nothing screamed don’t stop like a good hair yank.
Brielle barely noticed when one of Caleb’s fingers began to tease the opening of her pussy. Mostly because the sensation of his tongue tracing little circles around her clit was too much of a distraction. But she definitely noticed when he slid one of those fingers deep inside. He had long fingers.
“Yes, just like that,” she murmured in French when he made curling motions with his finger and began caressing.
As her body spasmed and writhed in rhythm with his movements, she kept up a constant stream of French. She knew he didn’t understand what she was saying, but the intent must have been clear, because he started to move his finger faster. His mouth came down directly over her clit, rapid flicks of the tongue shoving her roughly over the edge into the second climax of the night, this one even stronger than the first.
Brielle cried out in pleasure. She knew full well that everyone in the safe house would hear and know exactly what she and Caleb were doing, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything but how good Caleb was making her feel.
Her thighs clamped around his shoulders so hard that it probably would have hurt if he wasn’t a werewolf. Instead, he barely seemed to care as she yanked his hair and rode her way through what had to be the longest orgasm of her life.
Her vision was dim, and the muscles of her thighs and stomach were wrung out to the point of exhaustion by the time the pleasurable tremors finally faded away. This man would be the death of her, she was sure.
She lay there on the bed doing a very good imitation of a puddle of goo, half-listening to Caleb moving around. The thuds of boots hitting the floor told her that Caleb was getting naked. That fact should have been enough to make her lift her head and watch the show—because she seriously wanted to see him naked—but she was too tired. So instead, she stayed where she was. There was no doubt she’d be seeing plenty of naked werewolf in a few seconds when he climbed into bed with her.
Her mind cataloged the clink of his belt buckle as it was undone, then the sound of heavy fabric joining the boots on the floor. She didn’t hear the shirt follow but had no doubt that piece of clothing was gone now, too. She found her mind imagining what he looked like without clothes, using all her previous glimpses of his body as the starting point. He would be beautiful, she was sure of that.
It took him a bit longer to come back to bed than she’d expected, but then she heard him digging through his backpack and realized he was grabbing a condom. For some reason, she hated that he had those so readily at hand, but then decided that was stupid. Caleb was a lot of things, but a monk wasn’t one of them. What he’d done for comfort before he’d met her was his business and no different than the men she’d slept with before meeting him.
But as reasonable as that internal dialogue might be, it didn’t change the fact that she didn’t like the idea of Caleb sleeping with anyone but her, or the insane thought that he wouldn’t be doing it anymore, now that she had him.
Had him?
What the hell was he, a puppy she rescued from a shelter?
She was still lost in those thoughts when Caleb finally came back into view, his very large, very naked body appearing above her as he stopped by the side of the bed.
The breath left her body at the sight of him. Oh, damn, her earlier imaginings had missed the mark by a kilometer. Yes, he was beautiful. But that one word simply wasn’t adequate to describe the man in front of her right then. Actually, now that she thought about it, she decided there wasn’t a word for a man this perfect.
Caleb’s shoulders were broad and thick with muscles, and his arms and pecs had her thinking he could likely bench-press a truck. As her gaze traveled downward, she felt her fingers twitching at the sight of his well-defined abs, suddenly having a crazy urge to trace every single line of them with her nails so she could see them flex and ripple.
Slightly lower, nestled between his powerful thighs, stood the most scrumptious cock she’d seen. Just imagining him inside her made her moan in delight.
As he tugged at the foil wrapper in his hands, she was up in a flash, reaching for it. “Let me do that.”
She wanted—needed—to get her hands on him.
She sat on the edge of the bed, dropping the package on the sheet so she could wrap both hands around him and slowly caress up and down. He was warm under her grip, hard and throbbing. She leaned over to kiss him, but he only let her have a quick lick or two before pulling her up and handing her the condom packet.
“You need to put that on—now,” he growled. “If you want to revisit that particular activity later, I definitely won’t complain, but right now, I need to be inside you.”
Smiling up at him, she tore open the foil packet and quickly rolled the condom down his rock-hard shaft.
Caleb moved so fast he was almost a blur, and a second later, she found herself lying back on the bed. He quickly settled himself between her legs, his huge, naked body hovering over her, heat pouring off his bare skin.
“You need to tell me now if you want to slow down,” he said softly, that faint blue glow ringing the outsides of his irises again. “I don’t want to lose control and scare you again.”
Brielle grasped his shoulders and pulled him down on top of her so his arms were on either side of her head, the head of his cock finding her wetness easily, like he was made to be inside her.