A Bleacke Wind (Bleacke Shifters Book 3) by Lesli Richardson Read Free Book Online

often.”
    “And we didn’t bust her chops very often before now,” Peyton said.
    “Then why the sudden change?” Ken asked.
    The men grinned. “Because,” Peyton said, “she’s a lot lighter now. Emotionally. Less serious. Are you kidding me? None of us would have dared tease her like this before.”
    “They’re right,” Dewi added, looking up at him with a smile. “I was pretty tightly wound.”
    “ This is you not tightly wound?”
    Everyone else, except Nami, burst into gales of laughter.
    “Believe it or not, lad,” Badger said once he regained his composure, “this is the most relaxed any of us have seen her…well, in her entire life, sad to say.”
    Dewi rested her head on Ken’s shoulder. “You’re a good influence on me.”

    * * * *

    Ken felt completely exhausted by the time they left Peyton’s to retreat to their private guest cabin a little before eleven local time. Even he could tell the difference in the scent of the air—drier, piney, like a Christmas tree lot.
    Cool with a crisp tang to it.
    Dewi slipped her arm around his waist as they walked. “Think you might have a little energy left for me?”
    “Maybe,” he said. “If it’s soon and doesn’t require a lot of movement on my part.”
    She stepped in front of him, turning, making him stop. Rising up on her toes, she kissed him, nibbling on his lower lip as she did.
    His cock instantly responded, thickening.
    “I’ll do all the moving,” she promised, taking his hand and leading him the rest of the way to the cabin.
    “Glad I didn’t need to seduce you our first time together,” he said. “I would have screwed that up.”
    She opened the door, leading him inside. “It doesn’t matter how we met.” She turned to him again and draped her arms around his neck. “I would still be as madly and deeply in love with you as I am right now.”
    “You would, huh?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “Grazer and all?”
    She rose onto her toes again to kiss him. “Grazer and all,” she assured him.
    Taking his hand, she led him down the short hallway that passed through the small kitchen area to the bedroom. There, she started tugging his shirt free of his shorts.
    “You’re stuck with me,” she said, staring up at him with those damned huge, mocha-colored eyes. “And I love you.”
    Maybe he could manage a little energy for some movement. He turned, shoving her back and onto the bed, where she landed with a bounce and a giggle. He was, slowly but surely, getting over his reluctance to manhandle her.
    Sometimes, Dewi didn’t just like it rough, she needed it that way. As he grew more comfortable with his role as her mate, it grew easier to reconcile her need to feel his strength with what he’d grown up learning “nice guys” didn’t do.
    Like get rough with their women.
    He crawled up the bed, straddling her, sitting up and pulling his shirt off and dropping it to the floor. “I love you so damn much, you have no idea.”
    He leaned in, grabbed her by the wrists, and pulled her hands over her head where he pinned her to the mattress. Then he leaned in to take a crushing kiss, loving the soft, needy moans escaping her.
    “Stay,” he whispered before sitting up again.
    She remained in position, arms over her head, as he got out of bed, finished stripping, then reached down to unfasten her shorts.
    Her lower lip caught under her teeth as she watched him. He didn’t need their psychic connection through their mate bond to know she was now hot and horny. That she practically squirmed on the bed, her hands still obediently held over her head, told him that.
    Once he had her shorts and panties off her, he settled between her legs and buried his face in her pussy.
    He managed a low, rumbling growl. “ Come for me, mate ,” he silently ordered.

    * * * *

    Dewi couldn’t have refused Ken even if she’d wanted to. The first orgasm swept through her like a tsunami with Ken’s tongue and lips eagerly, skillfully working her body.
    She