Blood of the Wolf by Brynn Paulin Read Free Book Online Page B

her breast without breaking skin.
    Meda screamed, her hips jerking as she climaxed.
    His sweet, strong woman. Her tough as nails façade hid a need for rough sex, and he was always happy to indulge it as often as they came together. Shifting, he transferred his attentions to her other peak.
    His hand flattened on her belly. Toned muscle undulated beneath his palm as she writhed. If he tested her, she’d be wet. Her cream would coat his fingers and welcome his cock. He wanted to taste her, but knew if he did it would be even harder not to bite. Instead, he moved his hand lower then circled her honeyed opening with two fingers. Her breath caught as he sucked hard on her nipple and pinched her clit in unison.
    “Fuck me,” she begged.
    Grinning, he propped himself over her on both arms. “No.”
    She blinked then stared at him. Confusion then embarrassment filled her face. “What?”
    Leaning down, but careful not to touch anywhere but her lips, he lightly kissed her. “Oh, I want to. But not here. I have something else in mind… You’ll like it. Promise.”
    She scowled. “I just want you. It doesn’t matter where.”
    “Just trust me.”
    “I shouldn’t.”
    He closed his eyes. He deserved that. She was still unsure of him because of his leaving. “Meda…” He swallowed. “I love you. I will not leave you again. Never. I promise.”
    She nodded. “Okay.”
    Despite her concession, he heard the reservation in her tone. Somehow, he’d prove himself. She was trying. She’d had lots of opportunities to restart the fighting, but she was being all Meda about this, so much like the woman he’d originally married who gave people a chance even when they didn’t deserve it.
    “I won’t fail you,” he promised and climbed from the bed. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her out after him. “You need the tour. This place is the Cruentus Clan’s compound. All the Dragons live in clans.”
    He rooted around and found her pants. She’d have to deal with no panties, but at least, this part of her clothing was intact.
    “What you’ve seen so far,” he continued, “is my quarters. Each of the Dragons—and their mates if they’re joined with someone—has their own space.”
    Lucan pulled on his own pants then went in search of shirts for them while Meda put on her bra. The most likely choices were T-shirts, but they wouldn’t cover their arms. Hands on hips, he stared at his closet then chose a dark blue button-down for himself. He shoved his arms into it then surveyed the clothing selection once more. Toward the back, there was a long-sleeved shirt. The cuffs had always come too high on his wrists. Maybe it would work for Meda.
    Her slight form would swim in it, but that would be expected. Everyone knew she’d been pulled here unexpectedly. She didn’t have any of her things. No one would think anything of her wearing the long-sleeved, too-big clothing.
    Feeling smug, he returned to the bedroom and stopped short in the doorway. Meda stood before the dresser, brushing her lustrous blonde hair and wearing just her bra and jeans. Of course, those were the only clothes she had, but the sight still hit him hard.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.
    She smiled and glanced over her shoulder at him. She nodded at the shirt. “Is that for me?”
    Wordlessly, he handed it to her then fell to his knees and kissed her just below her breastbone. His arms went around her like bands.
    “What—”
    “I’m so thankful you’re here,” he said, pressing his face to her soft midriff and hiding his emotion.
    Her hand petted his hair in soothing, slow strokes. “I was always there, Lucan.”
    “I know,” he whispered. “It was torture.”
    She stilled. Silence surrounded them until she tipped up his head. “Hurry up and get dressed. I really want you to make love to me, but since you have something in mind let’s move it.”
    Lucan stood, and she shimmered in his vision. He blinked to rid the moisture there, then