Cry Wolf by Aurelia T. Evans Read Free Book Online Page A

over her tongue, and oh, the taste of him… She thought she might come just from that. She had before—the second time she had deep-throated David after discovering just how much she loved giving oral to a man. She had no way of knowing whether it was a wolf thing or whether it was something that had always turned her on, but as long as it so thoroughly did, she wasn’t going to overanalyse it.
    Kelly made her own sounds, her growl mingling with the vocal appreciation of a woman being particularly well fed. She kept her palms flat on his hips, not so he wouldn’t gag her but so that she could control how deeply she took him and when. She focused all aspects of her sensuality on that one part of him, flush with blood flow and rich with the musky scent of male wolf. Saliva smeared over her chin and dripped over his sac.
    “Oh God, I’m going to—” He tangled his fingers in her hair, thrusting his hips more strongly than she held him still.
    She took him all the way to the root and swallowed to tighten her throat around his cockhead.
    Come for me, wolf , she thought smugly. She thought he might have pulled out some of her hair as he clenched his fist and pressed her close. His hips left the ground with the force of his pleasure. She couldn’t taste his cum, but she could feel its heat sinking down her throat. Her body rocked through his orgasm, yearning for her own, but she still didn’t touch herself or rub herself against him. Her moisture cooled against her inner thighs. Inside her, though, her core was still molten. She felt as though she could climb him like a tree in spite of the softening cock in her mouth. Kelly let it slip out of her, treating it a little more tenderly than during the heat of the previous moment.
    His grip on her hair loosened, but he did not release her. Malcolm propped himself up on an elbow and stared at her with hooded eyes.
    “Why did you do that?” he asked.
    A thrum of energy still coursed through him, vibrating through her fingers. His wolf was not yet finished, which was just fine with her. She didn’t even bother wiping the back of her hand over her mouth, where his pre-cum and her saliva shone in the moonlight.
    “Because I wanted to,” she replied. “And because you needed to let it loose.”
    “I was doing just fine,” he said. Tension tightened his throat.
    “Don’t lie to me,” Kelly said. “I can always tell, even when you lie to yourself. Do you want to hurt them? Do you want to hurt Ki?”
    “No! God, no.”
    She crawled up his body, one of her teeth going sharp. It pricked her lip, drawing blood. It was nowhere near the temptation of full human blood, but Malcolm’s eyes darted towards the darkness welling on her lip.
    “Do you want to hurt me ?” she asked. She did not quite kiss him. She ran her lower lip against the length of his jaw, smearing her blood over him. He couldn’t stop himself from shaking.
    “Very much so,” he replied. He grabbed her neck but did not squeeze, though his hand grew more and more tense as he brought her mouth closer to his, drawn to the smell of blood but reluctant nonetheless.
    “It’s okay,” she whispered.
    He touched the tip of his tongue to the place where she had bitten herself. He groaned at the taste, and suddenly he swept his arm around her and held her tightly against him as he sucked her lower lip into his mouth, biting down again when the blood stopped coming. She wasn’t prey, but she felt consumed nonetheless.
    Malcolm flipped them over so that his larger body pinned her down. He moved his hand from her neck to her breast. His rough palm stimulated her nipple, already hard from the cold she could barely feel and simply from being so turned on. Her piercing there pulled on her nipple even more. She ghosted her hands up his ribs and tried not to dig in, not yet, not when his grey eyes were serious within their shadow over her.
    “What have you done to me?” he asked again, but it seemed less like an