Conner's Wolf by Jory Strong Read Free Book Online

lips to hers.
    Tasting herself on him was decadent, darkly carnal. It tightened her nipples so they ached for the punishment his fingers could deliver, for the sweet pleasure of his mouth.
    She touched them, pleasured herself, swallowing the sound of his desire. Her hands dropping to his open thighs when the kiss ended, her focus shifting with them, to a cock darkened with need, the foreskin retracted to leave the head exposed, the small slit weeping arousal as if crying for her.
    She slid her palms along his inner thighs, her sense of feminine power deepening at the way his muscles firmed beneath them and his cock pulled farther away from his body, as if it would hurry to her had it not been attached. Like the rest of him, his erection resonated strength and the heavy globes of his testicles prowess, the wolf seeing both as indicators of a worthy mate.
    Don’t go there , the rational part of her mind warned. But it was impossible to stop channeling the wolf this close to a full moon.
    She opted for distracting herself by changing position. There was just enough room to move backward and then onto hands and knees, on all fours as she would have been in her other form.
    Conner’s hand went immediately to his cock, his quick inhalation and the deepening of his aroused scent all the enticement she needed. Another time she’d make him beg. Make him demonstrate his dominance by exerting his will and his physical strength, but not now.
    She took everything above his hand into her mouth, savoring the taste of him on her tongue, the feel of him against her lips. Hers. It reverberated through her with a savage intensity, translating into sucks that had him panting, thrusting. Yielding more and more of himself to her and unable to hold back anything as she swallowed him down, making him come.
    Conner managed to lean back against the shower wall and go from a crouch to a sitting position without keeling over. It felt as if she’d just fried every brain cell and burned out all his nerve endings. He was surprised he could still breathe.
    “I think that’ll hold me until we get to the cabin. What about you?”
    Not the right thing to say given the flash of amusement in her eyes and the smile that warned his ego was going to take a hit.
    “It’ll have to. You look done in.”
    “Give me a few minutes and I’ll prove otherwise.”
    She laughed and shook her head. “My bad, for teasing you when we should already be on the road.”
    She stood, affording him a view of a pussy he could spend hours enjoying. And when she turned and reached for the shower door, of sleek buttocks he’d yet to spread and thrust between. He forced himself to his feet, not willing to risk letting her out of his sight in case she changed her mind and bolted.
     
    Woman and wolf were both edgy as Conner parked the car in front of his family’s cabin. The woman at knowing she’d soon be faced with deciding how much to tell him, the wolf because dusk was rapidly approaching and with it, the undeniable call of the moon.
    Already the urge to run was nearly overwhelming, not the fear-induced emotion that had kept her moving for most of the last month, but the joy of senses wide open and hot-blooded prey to be killed and consumed.
    Khemirra’s human mind shied from the thought though her stomach growled, making Conner laugh and say, “I’ll get the grill going as soon as we haul everything inside.”
    The cabin was one story, quaint with its porch swing and rustic appeal. It wasn’t as remote as she would have liked, but with her Jeep hours behind them, there was nothing to do but accept the choice she’d made.
    Grabbing her suitcase and several bags of groceries, she followed Conner inside. Someone had been there recently. The lingering trace of cologne remained and the air didn’t have the smell of a place closed up for a long period of time.
    A family room dominated, taking up much of the space. A kitchen opened up into it, as did a couple of bedrooms