Candles in the wall sconces sent soft light across the brown velvet cushions covering the floor. Toeing off his shoes, he left them outside the door, crossed the uneven footing, and laid her on a pile of fat golden pillows.
She pulled off her slippers and tossed them toward the door. Suddenly desperate to have him, she yanked off her shirt—and got caught up in simply staring.
Tynan had closed the door and stripped. As the light rippled over his broad shoulders, he looked like an ancient Gaelic warrior with more than enough muscles to wield a claymore.
Her fingers turned all fumbly as she tried to undo her jeans buttons.
“Why don’t you let me do that, lass?” On one knee beside her, he brushed her hands aside and slowly undid each button. “I’ve been looking forward to this. I wanted to be with you earlier but got called outside to break up a brawl.”
Sitting back, he ran his finger over the soft skin of her lower stomach, then up and over her breasts. “You are very beautiful.” His gaze said he wasn’t lying. That he actually thought that.
The knowledge caught in her throat and squeezed her heart.
Cupping the back of her head, he kissed her. Gently. Reassuringly.
She didn’t need reassurance. In her veins, her blood was surging like the ocean tide, her need growing to unbearable heights. This was Tynan who’d run with her through the forests, who’d held her when she was frightened. Who she trusted.
And he smelled like wolf and dark desire.
Lying back, she pulled him down on top of her and ran her hands over his back. His skin felt like satin stretched over steely muscles. She hummed a song of need. “I want…”
“Aye, of course you do,” he murmured. He took her lips, demanding her response, and everything in her lower half began to burn.
“I will take you, lass, and it will be as hard as you want—but will last as long as I want.” His resonant voice held an edge of iron as he cupped her bare breasts.
His palms were warm, the calluses slightly abrasive, sending wonderful warring sensations rippling through her. Her back arched, pushing her breasts into his palms.
He responded by rolling one nipple between his thumb and forefinger and licking around the other.
The sensations tangled in an overwhelming blast of heat, and she moaned, digging her fingernails into his shoulders, trying to pull him down on her.
“Demanding wolflet.” He nipped a sensitive spot on the underside of her breast and continued in a heady circle around her nipple. When she began to whine, he closed his mouth over the nipple.
The exquisite pulling on the sensitive nub almost sent her over.
His tongue lashed a quick circle around the areola. Even as he sucked again, he molded her other breast with a powerful hand. And then he switched breasts.
Back and forth, licking and sucking, nibbling and teasing.
By the time he moved down her body, her swollen breasts throbbed around jutting, burning nipples.
A brushed kiss against her belly button made her laugh. “Tynan.”
With a quick yank, he divested her of her jeans. Breathing in, he smiled, then licked over the crease between her thigh and groin.
“Oh Goddess.” She reached up and grabbed his shoulders, trying to pull him upward. On top of her. “I want…need you inside me.”
“And do you now?” He leaned forward and captured her face between his hands. “A leannán, you’ve only been a shifter for a few months. How much experience have you?”
“Lots.” There, with that answer, he couldn’t stall any longer.
Her gaze slid down his chest, his ridged abdomen to his groin and the trimmed brown hair. His cock was erect, long and thick and so unbelievably beautiful, and she had to have it inside her.
“Any experience outside of mating rooms on a full moon?”
She blinked, met his intent blue eyes. “Um, no.”
“I know most shifters give in to a female’s demands, let her grab them, and yank them down. Aye?”
“Yes. Do that.” Her entire lower half ached with need. She gripped his shoulders and tried to do exactly what he’d said.
He grinned. “As your mentor, it’s my duty to broaden your education.” To her complete shock, he rolled her over and set her on her hands and knees.
“What are you doing?” She tried to turn back over so he could take her, but he covered her with his body, limiting her movement.
Then his cock pressed against her entrance, and she went still.
There. Yes. She was going to get what she wanted…just different. Her ass tilted up.
Slowly, he pushed inside, thicker than the others before, stretching her around his girth.
Shivers coursed through her as her body welcomed him despite his size. “Yes. Yes. More.”
He kept going, so big, filling her to a point where she wasn’t sure she could take him, but everything inside her demanded he continue.
And then he was in, his groin hot against her buttocks, his thighs against the back of hers.
She wiggled her demand that he move.
With his chest tight against her back, she could feel as well as hear his rumbling laugh. He nipped her shoulder, sending goosebumps coursing over her arms. “Now, let me show you the advantages of this position.”
He was thick inside her, but unmoving. She growled a complaint.
“Mmmhmm.” Leaning his weight on one arm, he moved his free hand to her dangling breasts. Teasing and pulling. Pinching her nipples.
Zings of overwhelming pleasure shook her whole body as, somehow, her insides clenched harder around him. She squirmed, needing, needing.
His hand moved downward, over her stomach and…
When his fingers slid through her wetness and over her clit, everything inside her exploded in pleasure as she spasmed around his shaft and shook with the incredible sensations. Coming so hard, she couldn’t breathe through the all-consuming waves.
As the sensations slowed and the tingles of pleasure continued to run over her skin, she sucked in air. And realized…his shaft had never moved.
“Mmm, that did feel nice,” he murmured in her ear.
Nice was an understatement, Tynan decided. The last few rhythmic clenches around his dick was damned fantastic—and required a tight grip on his control to keep from taking her forcefully.
Instead, he sat back onto his feet and pulled her with him so her back remained against his chest. Now, not having to support himself, he could use both hands on her.
Cupping her left breast with one hand, he felt how her heart still pounded. Her knees were widely parted, outside of his, and his cock impaled her nicely, further anchoring her in place.
When she looked over her shoulder at him, he curled his other hand around her throat—enforcing the vulnerable wolf position—and kissed her.
Her soft mouth opened to his tongue. Fuck, he loved kissing her.
When he lifted his head, she squirmed on his dick and frowned. “You’re…you’re still hard. You didn’t come. Don’t you want to?”
She was delightful.
“Oh, we’re not finished. After you come for me again, I’ll indulge myself.”
“B-but it takes a while before my need will rise again.”
What in Herne’s hairy balls was wrong with her previous mates? He rubbed his cheek against hers. “It won’t take long this time, little wolf.”