Blood of the Wolf by Brynn Paulin Read Free Book Online

begged. “Yes,” she cried at the hiss of rending material that followed as her panties were destroyed. His fingers shot over her folds, parting her then rasping possessively over her clit. The movement emphasized how wet she was, as he slid easily over her. He circled her opening with his fingertip while her channel clenched with the need for more. She needed him in her. No teasing. No delaying. No recriminations over anything that had happened.
    “Don’t wait,” she pleaded. She shoved at his shirt and ripped it open with no care to the buttons that flew around them. She could only get it halfway down his arms. Abandoning the task as well enough, she moved to his pants.
    She protested as he stopped touching her to pull her jeans from her and shrug out of his shirt. She opened her legs and yanked him toward the cradle of her thighs. They both groaned as he settled against her. His fingers resumed their exploration.
    “Mine,” he breathed against her ear as two of his fingers sank into her.
    “Yes…” Her hips worked against him, welcoming him. Thick need coiled tighter. There was no stopping any time soon. She leaned up and pressed her lips to his ear. A strangled gasp rushed from her as he hit the internal bundle of nerves that sent stars rushing across her vision. “Don’t wait,” she breathed against his temple. “We have so much time to make up for.”
    “Come first,” he replied then turned his head and captured her lips. Hungrily, he kissed her. His taste filled her—warm, clean male, mint, and a strange but faint tang that reminded her of burning leaves. Autumn. The new Lucan taste reminded her of who he’d become, and oddly, her pussy clenched at the idea of the shape-shifter loving her.
    “God, yes. So tight,” he muttered as his fingers kept shuttling in and out of her clutching folds. The first strands of the golden spiral that would rip her out of control licked at her. With a cry, she thrust her hips into him. Her eyes squeezed shut; the world swung sideways.
    “Lucan,” she gasped.
     
    Lucan watched Meda’s face as he witnessed the beauty of her orgasm after four endless years. He hastily shoved down his pants. The gate between heaven and hell greeted him as his cock nocked to her wet opening. Slowly, he pushed inside her trembling sheath, savoring the return to his lover. Her warmth gloved him and squeezed tight. Made for him. She was made for him.
    Her nails dug into his back as she cried out, her lithe thighs sliding along his before her legs wrapped around his. She thrust against him. “Don’t stop,” she begged. “Never stop.”
    “Never,” he echoed. He’d hold her forever. No one, nothing, mattered more than she did.
    Fire seemed to rip through his veins as he continued his deep jabs into her. It burned away the detritus of their separation. They were one, soldered by the desire that had never waned between them.
    Grabbing her hips, he drove hard and bent to grasp her nipple in his teeth.
    “Lucan,” she screamed as the rough possession shot her over the edge. He suckled fervently, never easing his momentum. She twisted with helpless cries. Her body undulated beneath his, brushing, retreating, pressing as she moved mindlessly, riding wave after wave of the climaxes that gripped his cock.
    Gritting his teeth, he fought culmination. It was too soon. He needed more, but the siren call of her body ruled him. With a grunt, he stiffened, driving deep and emptying his hot cum into her fiery depths. His canine teeth lengthened.
    Take her blood, his senses commanded. One bite. One taste. She’d be his forever. His belly contracted with the need for that essence.
    His fingers clenched in the sheets, fighting. He couldn’t change her without her permission. He’d been warned. One taste and he’d break the unwritten covenant—she had to say yes before he could make her fully his. Groaning, he bit the pillow under her shoulders. His chin nuzzled her neck as his teeth pierced the