Wolf Protector by Milly Taiden Read Free Book Online Page B

And immediately jumped back to his feet.
    It probably wasn’t a good idea to wait for her on the bed. No, thinking of Erica and a bed in the same sentence made it hard to remember his objective. What the fuck was his objective? Oh yeah, just a massage. Instead, the cushioned chair next to the bed called his attention. He decided that was a better place to sit…and visualize her washing every smooth curve, water sliding down her breasts, her thighs, and between her legs. Holy fuck. He was going to end up with a severe case of blue balls.
    Minutes later the bathroom door opened, and Erica stepped out, her hair in a bun on the top of her head. She wore a tiny tank top and short set. His cock jerked in his pants, reminding him how much he wanted to get a taste of her. The shower had brought back some of her normal flush, leaving her with lovely glowing skin. His mate was gorgeous. She smiled and brought out a bottle of oil.
    “I use this oil to help me sleep,” she said, handing him the bottle.
    He looked down at the container in his hands, lavender. Not that he’d ever admit it to her, but he loved lavender. The scent turned him on. It was one of the few that didn’t bother his sensitive sense of smell. “This is good.”
    She lay down on the bed. Once she was on her stomach, she looped the strings on the tank top down her arms, baring her back and shoulders. He stared at the shoulder he wanted to bite so badly and finally claim her as his. Biting her, marking her, and making her his mate was such a big temptation he had to grind his teeth and haul his wolf back. The animal pushed on his skin, desperate to get out and take Erica for his mate once and for all. He gulped. He glanced over her body, up her legs and took a detour to stare at her ass. A few heartbeats later he met her gaze. She had a flirty grin on her lips.
    “I’m ready.”
    Shit.
    She lowered her head to the mattress and sighed.
    Taking a deep breath he walked up to the bed and stared at her flawless skin. He opened the bottle and dropped some oil into his palm. The soothing scent of lavender immediately filled the room. He rubbed his palms together until the oil heated and then splayed his hands over her shoulders. Working the oil into her flesh with smooth strokes and circular motions, he squeezed, molded, and pressed into her muscles. He started to feel somewhat confident in his ability to handle the entire massage without dying of a never-ending hard-on, until she started moaning. At first it was a small hitch in her breath, but then it turned into full-blown moans. And she wasn’t quiet.
    “ Mmm . That feels so good,” she whimpered.
    Imagining her saying the same thing while he slid in and out of her body had him gripping her skin a little rougher than he intended. She groaned, and his erection throbbed. Every time she sighed or moaned his cock swelled some more in his pants. Every breathy groan out of her lips pushed him to continue imparting all the pleasure he could. Her moans torturing his mind and body weren’t much fun, but who cared? Screw sanity, he wanted her to continue sighing in bliss.
    “Trent.” She whispered his name so low he almost didn’t hear her over the pounding of his heart in his ears.
    He stopped. Before he had a chance to do anything, she flipped on to her back. Her tank top hung precariously over her breasts, looking like it would reveal them at any moment. Goddamn.
    “Sweetheart...”
    He tried to keep his voice calm, but damn. She looked like a fantasy come to life. Her eyes were dark pools of passion. Her pink tongue flicked out and lavished her plump lower lip with a slow lick. The scent of her arousal was intense, and he knew she was wet and ready just for him. She gave him a smoldering look, filled with need and so much desire, sweat trickled down his spine.
    “I want you.” She lifted her arms, and her hands went straight for his hair, gripping the short strands and pulling him down.
    The floor could open up