Wolf at the Door by Rebecca Brochu Read Free Book Online

feel the tremors that are wracking his body and the way his heart’s beating fast enough to burst.
    “Because it wants you, too, just as bad as I do, and it didn’t like being away from you, being unable to protect you.  And then last night when you helped me, when you treated the wound, put me in your bed and then slipped in beside me like a true mate would, I couldn’t help but move things forward to the next step.”
    Darin remembers the hot press and glide of bodies and hands, the thick heat of Raylan pressed against him and the tight ring of his fingers as he wrung Darin’s orgasm out of him.  He has a fairly good idea of what the third step is.  He can vaguely remember Raylan rubbing his back, the warm dampness of his hand and the way his skin had been sticky and itchy this morning.  His dawning awareness must show somehow because Raylan’s laughing again, a dark husky chuckle that sends puffs of warm air across the mark on Darin’s neck.
    “Hmm, I enjoyed it, too, enjoyed rubbing my scent onto you and yours onto me, enjoyed the thought of you lying there asleep, so trusting and smelling of our sex.  It’s a sign that you’re mine, that you belong to me and that I’m going to mate you.  If another wolf got anywhere near you they’d know right away that you were taken.  It’s still a struggle not to bend you over this counter and take you, to hold back and not fuck you right here in this kitchen until you can’t move, can’t think, without feeling me inside of you.  The scenting helps, even though the fact that it’s faded a bit because of your shower is slowly driving me crazy.  I want to be so deep inside your skin that you’ll never wash me off.”
    Raylan untangles their fingers, and his now free hand skims its way beneath Darin’s too large shirt, and he hooks a thumb in the waistband of his pants.  His fingers caress the arch of Darin’s cock, finding the little wet spot on the fabric that’s proof of just how affected Darin is and worrying it with a nail.
    “As a matter of fact, I think I’ll fix that problem right now.”
     
     
     

Chapter Nine
    Darin shudders, Raylan’s words hitting him hard.  He can already imagine it, can picture Raylan dragging him to the floor or back to bed, or bending him over the side of the island.  Can imagine his hands running all over him, the feel of Raylan’s mouth as he tongues and nips at whatever skin he can reach, leaving strings of red marks in his wake.  He wants it, wants it even more wildly and viciously than he had hours ago when sleep had clouded his mind and his judgment.
    Darin bucks and twists until Raylan finally lets him go, and when he turns around to face Raylan, his expression is drawn with confusion and his almost glowing amber eyes are darkened with hurt and rejection.  That isn’t what Darin meant to do, isn’t the message he was trying to send.  He wants to have Raylan’s scent back on his skin and all the other things that Raylan had talked about, but he also wants it a certain way.  He’s no shrinking violet, and he’s definitely not a character in some bodice ripper romance novel, so he wants things between them to be as even as possible.  He wants to go into this under his own steam, not propelled forward by Raylan’s passion.
    So he leans back against the island, eyes locked with Raylan’s, and wraps his fingers in the folds of his shirt and slowly draws it up and over his head.  He tosses it carelessly to the side and then he tugs at the drawstring holding his pants up, pulling them down and kicking them off as well.  He’s standing naked in front of Raylan, whose eyes have brightened again in understanding even as he’s busy raking his gaze over all of the skin Darin has just exposed.  Darin props his elbows on the island and angles his hips teasingly towards Raylan in blatant invitation.
    He barely has time to blink before Raylan is on him, a hand wrapped around the back of his neck as Raylan licks