TailWind by Charlotte Boyett-Compo Read Free Book Online

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    "Are you very fond of your virginal state, wench, or would you like to be rid of it?” he inquired in a polite voice.
    Rozenn's brows drew together over her pretty green eyes. “I could do well enough without it, I think,” she replied.
    He bent over and unhooked her safety harness then stepped back, once again holding out his hand to her. “Let's see if we can't do something about that, then."
    She nestled her hand in his and he turned, pulling her behind him, his forearm resting at the small of his back and he walked.
    "My boobs droop,” she said and she heard him sigh deeply.
    He led her to the couch then turned, letting go of her hand. “Wench,” he said, “I have never been a patient man. Patience is something you will have to help me learn. I've never been a generous man. That's something else you are going to have to teach me to be. I get angry a lot and I've been known to do things—violent things—without giving them a thought. You're going to have to put a leash on me to make me to heel.” He held her gaze with his. “Do you think you can do all that?"
    Rozenn put an index finger to her lip and thought about it for a moment. “What about lust?” she asked. “Is that one of your faults, too?"
    "One of my worst,” he said, his eyes gleaming.
    "Well, I don't think I'd like to curb that one just yet, but the others we can work on."
    He put his hands to his shirt and began unbuttoning it.
    "What are you doing?” she asked, eyes wide.
    "I'm hot,” he said, peeling the shirt from his broad shoulders. “Are you hot, wench?"
    She stared avidly at his heavily-furred chest. “A bit,” she whispered.
    He lifted his leg, crooked it over his knee and pulled off his boot. He smiled as her gaze went to his bare foot and she whined low in her throat. Making quick work of his other boot, he fanned the air across his face. “It's much too hot in here, don't you think?"
    He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down until his tiger line and the broad V of his pubic hair came into view.
    "Actually, it's too damned hot, wolfie,” she said, licking her lips.
    He smiled and pushed the waistband of his jeans down his lean flanks, his heavy erection springing into view.
    Rozenn swallowed hotly. “And getting hotter by the second.” She snatched up the skirt of her gown, grabbed handfuls of it and jerked it over her head, revealing—just as he had—that there was no underwear beneath her ugly, shapeless garment that hide her from view.
    He shot out a hand and snagged her around the waist, pulled her off the couch and onto the floor, drawing her naked body under his, grinding his steely arousal against the apex of her thighs. Slanting his mouth over hers, he took possession of her lips, thrusting his tongue into her sweet cavern, tasting her, reveling in having her in his arms and all to himself without there being a fear she'd be snatched away again.
    Her breasts were tipped with fiery little points pressing into his chest and she moved them back and forth across him, apparently delighting in the feel of the coarse hair abrading her nipples.
    He reached down to cup the cheeks of her derriere and mold her to him.
    "Damn woman,” he said. “You are as hot down there as a volcano."
    Rozenn giggled. “Didn't I tell you I was hot, wolfie."
    He growled deep in his throat and slid down her until his teeth were plucking at the wiry hairs of her triangle, his hot breath on her most sensitive flesh.
    Rozenn shivered. “Oh, wolfie!” she whispered. “That feels ... that is..."
    When his tongue stabbed at her clit then licked it, she squealed and buried her hands in his thick hair.
    "Like that?” he inquired.
    "Damn straight, I do!” she said, her voice husky. “Do that again! Can you do that again?"
    "Baby, you ain't felt nothing yet. I'm a wolf. I can do it all night long but I don't think you could take it."
    She gave him a challenging look. “Try me,” she said.
    He arched a dark brow and the devilish grin