Releasing the Wolf by Dianna Hardy Read Free Book Online Page B

what she did feel was an affection , almost like something she’d feel for an old friend, and somehow that intensified the eroticism of the moment.
    His low voice, heightened with desire, caressed her, starting at her feet and ending all the way at the roots of her hair. “Do you have any idea what your taste is doing to me?”
    He didn’t wait for her response. He grabbed her ankles, slid her down a few inches towards him, then pushed her legs up and open, with his hands firmly on the undersides of her thighs. When his tongue stroked the length of her she rose up to meet him, crying out, then sighing because it had the same effect as when he’d licked her rash – cooling. So wonderfully cooling … at least in one way. Not so cool was her sexual desire that bloomed under his ministrations. Bloomed, then burned as her body temperature soared and her fever finally peaked. It seemed to take on a life of its own, becoming some monster that needed to break out of her.
    The orgasm coiled within her belly, fast and furious. Some keening noise left her mouth as Taylor’s tongue teased her again and again, his touch both gentle, and torturous in its tenderness.
    Ryan would never be this gentle, taunted the voice in her head, and it aggravated the monster trying to break out of her. “More … harder … please…” she pleaded, and she didn’t care that she was begging. She wanted – needed – to feel her fever break and, irrationally, she knew this was the way to do it.
    Taylor shifted his weight, and she moaned at the loss of his touch when his hands left her thighs – her chest flaring for the smallest of moments – then almost sobbed in relief when she felt his fingers against her entrance. Impatiently, she thrust upwards.
    He took the hint, and slipped two – three? – digits inside her, reaching for that beautiful sweet spot that promised elation. “Come on, darling, you’re so close…” His voice was hoarse with his own need. It reached her heart amid all the crazy lust and she found herself wondering why on earth he was here— Oh, now you’re wondering, Lydia? —then his lips latched onto her centre again, teeth nibbling her clitoris, and she lost all notion of what she was thinking.
    “Oh, god, yes!” She brought her legs upwards, tightened them around him, drew him further into her, her fever now like an increasing wall of flames, swelling against her pores as it tried to find escape…
    Then everything slowed down.
    No… Not enough!
    She heard herself wail in crushing disappointment through the roar of the fire in her ears. Her head throbbed – odd to feel her cheeks damp with tears when there was so much heat everywhere else. The coiling in her belly from the anticipated climax was softening; fading…
    “No.” That was Taylor. “Look at me. Lydia – focus!”
    What?
    Oh, right – it was that slow motion fainting taking over her body again. It was funny all the things that registered larger than life when time slowed down: the unbuckling of a belt, a zipper, the rustling of clothes – all sounding strangely louder than it should – and … grief. It would never leave her would it? It was always there, ever since her mother died; every time she woke up… Maybe that’s why she’d noticed it in Taylor that first time – maybe that’s why she noticed it in him now as he leaned over her, pulled her tired legs up again, grazed her entrance with the tip of his cock…
    YES! She jolted awake. The ringing stopped, a wave of ‘cool’ washed over her, even as the heat consumed her once more, but this time it didn’t stop rising. Her brain buzzed with awareness; her next breath seemed to take in pure oxygen…
    Taylor entered her in one motion, his groan one of both desire and sorrow, and she knew – she knew – he was breaking a part of himself … for her.
    A sudden and strong compassion for her new … friend … enveloped her heart, and that, combined with her body’s renewed energy,