The Cougar and the Wolf by Mina Carter Read Free Book Online Page A

pulled his shirt up and slid her hand beneath it.
    The touch of her small hand over his skin was heaven and hell at the same time. Barely contained under the surface, his wolf grunted and rolled as though it too was revelling in her touch. The creature was so close, Kyle was surprised she didn't yank her hand back and complain about fur poking through his skin.
    "Yeah."
    Dumb answer Kyle. But it was all he was capable of as she snapped open the top button of his jeans. Pulling his head back up, he watched her. Every expression on her face was clear to him as she popped another button, and another, then bit her lip as she slid her hand under the denim. He chuckled when she realised he wasn't wearing underwear and her eyes widened. God, she was so cute. And hot. Definitely hot. The chuckle trailed into a hiss as her fingers found his cock and wrapped around it, her skin feeling almost cool against the hot, steely length.
    "Fuck. Yeah baby, that feels so good.”
    He groaned as he rocked his hips and thrust against her gentle fingers and heat poured through him like molten metal. His hands found her hair, driving into the silken locks to hold her head still. Like the predator he was, he zeroed in, his lips covering hers in a blazing kiss that echoed the heat surging through his body. Hand still in his jeans, she stroked and he almost lost it as pleasure spiralled, tightening his balls and hardening his cock impossibly further. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he was in danger of shooting his load just at the ministrations of her clever fingers.
    A growl locked in the back of his throat, he backed her up against the wall and parted her lips with a hard sweep of his tongue. A demand for access and a claim all rolled into one. She'd washed his scent off, and that was unacceptable. She was his and he intended to make her admit it, even if he had to fuck her all night long.
    She whimpered, surrendering to him as his tongue thrust in to plunder the sweet depths of her mouth. He didn't just kiss her, he kissed her like his life depended on it. Which, right at this moment, it did. He needed to kiss her, taste her, claim her, more than he needed his next breath. Pushing his hips forward, he trapped her hand between them. Her fingers were still wrapped around his cock as he kissed her. Claiming her lips until her soft moans and whimpers, the feeling of her soft body against his, almost stole his ability to think.
    Growling again, the animalistic sounds beyond his control, he dragged his lips along her jaw and down her throat. This time he didn't nip, or play. He was too close to the edge to get his teeth anywhere near her. He needed her too much. Her scent in his nose and lungs, the perfume of her thick in the air around them, he needed to taste. To lick.
    He caught her free hand, pinning it against the wall as he yanked the strap of her camisole down one delicate shoulder. Desire clouded his mind as he dragged his lips along her silken skin. He growled again, unable to stop touching her, and ground his cock against her hand. "Oh god, Kyle."
    Her words were heard but not processed as his lips trailed down the soft swell of her breast. Frustration rolled through him as the fabric of the top stopped his progress. Pulling her away from the wall, he wrapped her in his embrace, bending her back over one strong arm as he pulled the fabric and the bra cup down to get at his objective. She gasped as her breast popped free, the nipple beading as it was exposed. He didn't give it a chance to finish, swooping in to capture it between his lips. With her soft moan for accompaniment, he flicked his tongue over the hardened nub, back and forth, back and forth, then pulled it into his mouth to suckle. Her moan became a sharp cry of need as her legs buckled, making her let go of his cock to clutch at him for balance.
    "I got you, Red," he promised, lifting her bodily and turning for the bed to drop them on its surface. He wanted her so much that his