It had taken him far too long, but he saw her in return.
And liked everything he saw.
Smiling, he leaned down to kiss her and almost laughed at her enthusiastic response. At the way she wiggled closer.
He enjoyed her mouth—oh Gods, yes—then her neck, inhaling the subtle scent there. He pressed his lips to the pounding carotid artery and felt the way her heart rate increased.
She reached down to unbutton her jeans, and he caught her hands. “My job, sweetling.”
“You’re too slow at doing your job.” Her face was flushed and her pout absolutely endearing.
“I’m working my way there. But we can start here.” He helped her sit and pulled her shirt off.
No bra. Beautiful full breasts with large pink-brown nipples already hard and pointed. His cock went from hard to painful with one look. Mother’s blessing, but she was going to test his control.
He’d die happy, now, wouldn’t he?
To prove that, he tipped her back and took possession of her breasts with both hands, before burying his face between his presents. Soft, so fucking soft, and fragrant. He licked between each soft globe, over and around. As she started to moan, he reached her nipples. With healer hands, he could feel her response to his lips and teeth on the sensitive areolas, and the zinging of nerves through her body gave him more of a rush than alcohol.
Pleasing her satisfied everything inside of him—and in return, she pulled him into opening himself more than any other female ever had. Why? What was it about her?
Eventually, when his dick and her squirming impelled him to move, he unbuttoned her jeans, punctuating each new exposed inch with kisses. Just as well he’d lost his hair tie since it would’ve been gone by now. She had a good grip on his hair.
How high could he drive her before the wolflet bit him?
He wouldn’t mind being left with a few fang marks from this night, to remind him of someone very, very special.
At last, at damned long last, Donal pulled Margery’s jeans off. She felt as if her skin was on fire, stoked by the too-knowledgeable healer’s hands. Nothing she did had made him move faster; instead, he’d lingered and teased each sensitive inch until she was nigh to combusting.
But her jeans were off. Nothing was stopping him from taking her and—
He put her legs over his shoulders, and his mouth…his mouth...right there on her. His hands were under her ass, holding her up to his face as his tongue swirled over her, circling and teasing and sliding inside.
“Mmm, you taste like the finest of desserts.”
“Donal.” Oh Goddess, was that her voice? So whiny and desperate.
“Mmmhmm, I have to see if you’re ready, sweetling.” He lifted slightly, so he could use his fingers on her, between her wet folds, before ever so slowly penetrating her with one, then two fingers.
“Oh, oh, oh.” The rush of sensation almost sent her over, and her hips lifted uncontrollably.
He chuckled and pinned her down with his other hand as he bent to lick over her. His fingers kept moving in and out. Everything inside her tightened, and every teasing lick added to the conflagration of desire until… She burst into flames as pleasure swept through her in blast after blast of overwhelming sensations.
Panting, moaning, she stared up at him, at the slight smile on his perfect lips, on the satisfaction in his eyes. “This isn’t the way it works. You’re supposed to use your…” How could she blush hotter when she knew her face was already red from a climax?
He ran a finger down her cheek, and his low smoky chuckle was smoother than the cushions beneath her. “You don’t think you should come until my cock and seed are inside you?”
Well, Tynan had shown her that it could happen, but still…
“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” He was kneeling between her legs, his black hair loose over his bare shoulders. A male shouldn’t be allowed to be so gorgeous. “You’ll have my seed before we leave this room.”
She felt like she was going to melt right into the floor beneath her.
Until he ran his finger over her, around her clit, and things inside her started to waken again. “Donal…”
“It’s near the end of the night, so I can take my time.” His grin was dark and wicked. “Let’s see how many times you can come before my control gives out.”
“Wait, no—”
When his skilled fingers teased over her, her protest turned into a moan.
And more and more moans.
Sometime later, after she’d turned into a limp heap on the cushions, he lay on top of her, all lean, hard muscle. When he kissed her, she could taste her own essence before he plundered her mouth. His lips moved over her cheek teasingly, and she felt his smile.
“Open your eyes, cariad.”
He’d called her darling? Her eyes popped open, and she stared up into his silvery gaze. His lips quirked. “I think you’re ready for me now, don’t you?”
She was far too weak to hit him as he deserved. “You…cat.”
His resonant chuckle made his chest shake as he lay on her.
Reaching down, he positioned his cock between her legs and slid in, ever so slowly. Her pussy was swollen from the night’s endeavors—from his endeavors—and she inhaled sharply as he penetrated her. The feeling of stretching, of being taken was amazing, and her eyes closed.
“Look at me, wolflet.”
Holding her gaze, he pressed in farther, deeper, his voice lowering to a purr. “By the Gods, you feel magnificent.”
He filled her, sheathed as completely as possible, and held right there in the most primitive of claiming. Looking into her eyes.
The world seemed to fade around her as he encompassed her, inside, outside.
His lips curved. “Put your arms around me and hold on.”
He began to move, all hot iron, sliding in, filling her completely, then pulling out. Harder and faster. He claimed her lips again, even as the heat rose inside her despite all the times she’d come.
Her hips lifted, pushing against his, taking him deeper and deeper, until all she could feel was him, his cock, and the glory sweeping through her.
As everything inside her burst into overwhelming pleasure, and he came inside her in hot spurts, her cries of satisfaction filled the room.
Chapter Fourteen
Cold Creek, North Cascades Territory - morning after full moon
Her legs were so weak that Donal had to help her walk as they went down the stairs. The moon had set—and the evil healer had played with her right up to the last moment. She lost count of how many times she’d come.
She felt floaty, almost adrift. Tynan, then Donal. The most amazing males she’d ever known had mated with her. Cherished her. It was like the stars in the sky had come down to touch her world.
“Sweetling?” Donal pulled her to a stop.
“Uh.” They’d reached the main room of the tavern. The raised blinds showed that dawn had arrived. “Sorry. My thoughts wandered off the trail.”
“I understand.” He cupped her cheek in one lean hand and bent down to kiss her lightly. “The night’s over. I’ll take you home.”
She put her hand over his…and got lost in his eyes, the gray of a sunlit fog. Gathering night was over; the moon had set, so why did she want to lead him off to bed again. “That would be—”