Love Bound in Ice: 3 (Werewolf Sentinels) by Marisa Chenery Read Free Book Online Page B

the side of her neck. “I need to touch you. Will you let me?”
    She’d let him, all right. Hell, she’d strip naked and spread herself out so he could feast on her. “Yes,” she said on a moan. “Most definitely yes.”
    He lifted off her a little and rested his upper body on one bent arm wedged between them and the couch. With his other hand, he dragged her t-shirt up and over her head. He tossed it aside and it landed somewhere on the floor.
    Ketah’s eyes were mere slits as he looked down at her bra-covered breasts. A fingertip traced the lacy edge of one of the cups before it slid over the material to circle a taut nipple through it. Haven sucked in a breath when he repeated the same process with the other one.
    Instead of taking off her bra, Ketah used a finger to tug one cup out of the way. His tongue came out and circled her nipple. Haven thrust her chest forward in invitation for him to do more than that.
    He continued to play with her, flicking his tongue against the bud until she squirmed beneath him. Only then did he open his mouth and take the nipple inside. He sucked and gently bit it. A jolt of arousal zinged through her straight to her pussy each time he did that. She squeezed her legs tighter around his waist and ground herself against the hard length of his cock.
    Continuing to suck at her breast, Ketah shifted half off her as he trailed his hand down the flat plane of her stomach to the top of her jeans. He undid them and shoved his hand inside the front, brushing his fingers against the material covering her pussy.
    He released her nipple and rubbed his cheek against it. “I can feel how wet you are through your panties.”
    She gasped as Ketah plunged his hand inside her panties and caressed her pussy. A finger dipped into her wet opening. He gathered some of her juices and circled her clit with the same digit. Haven squeezed her inner walls around it when it thrust into her again, taking her in shallow strokes.
    Soon a second finger joined the first, plunging deeper. She rode the digits, edging ever closer to an orgasm. The hard ridge of Ketah’s cock ground against her hip as he rocked into her. His head lay pillowed on her breast as he worked her. The sound of their harsh breathing filled her ears.
    “I’m going to come,” Haven said with a low groan.
    “Let go. Fly for me.”
    Ketah’s fingers plunged faster, angling up so he hit her G-spot. Haven lifted her hips to match the pace he set. She was so close. Her body shattered as an intense climax took her over. Her pussy clutched and released the digits that still slid in and out of her. She stiffened beneath Ketah and moaned. Once the last wave of pleasure hit her, she went limp.
    Ketah hurriedly undid his jeans and shoved them down to spring his erection. He brought her hand to it and had her pump it up and down his length. He then made a sound between a groan and a growl, his hips thrusting. It only took a couple of strokes until he came as well, his cum shooting onto her stomach. They both fought to catch their breath. Even though Ketah had reached release his cock was still hard in Haven’s hand. She stroked him once before he stopped her.
    “Enough, Haven.”
    “You’re still hard, though.”
    “I’m fine. We’re going to stop here.”
    “Why? Don’t you want to…”
    “Make love to you? More than you can possibly know, but I don’t think you’re ready for that yet. You’re still unsure of me. If I’m to prove I want something that will be lasting with you, we’re not going to rush into anything.”
    Haven blinked up at Ketah. Some of the wall she’d put up to safeguard her heart against him cracked ever so slightly. That he wanted to take his time, to let her get to know him better before they went beyond heavy petting definitely took him out of the same class as her father. It showed Haven that Ketah wasn’t selfish, only thinking of his pleasure first.
    He pushed off her and stood. “Where’s your washroom?