Ariel by Donna McDonald Page A

head landed on. He was tense in her arms, corded muscles solidly pressed against her. All his strength seemed dedicated to slowing down what she wanted to happen as soon as it could. When he broke away from her kiss at last, she was gasping for breath.
     
    “Matt—I don’t think I can keep playing the part of the obedient bed partner if you decide to torture me.”
     
    He released her wrists and let his mouth trace down her neck, his tongue licking the last third of the way.
     
    “Fine. Keep your wrists up for as long as you can. No taking over this time,” he ordered.
     
    Ariel nodded, her stomach rippling as Matt’s tongue licked a line between her breasts and down. A groan was ripped from her when he travelled lower and lifted her hips in both his very large hands. One spectacular lick into her had her arching upward. The second sent her over the edge she’d been hanging on. A few more languorous licks left her nearly comatose as she crested through the violent release he gave her. She quivered with even more anticipation when Matt let go and climbed back up the bed to straddle her body. His bed was so much better than being on his desk.
     
    “Your burning is every bit as delicious as it smells. Are you sure about not using a condom this time?”
     
    “It’s your call.”
     
    “Conception heat in a female werewolf is different from regular lust. I haven’t experienced it, but I’ve heard a lot about it. I don’t think that’s what happening with you.”
     
    “I don’t think my nanos are ever going to let an egg be fertilized. That wouldn’t be Crazy Crane’s style to let conception happen naturally. As for today, Reed said I needed everything you have to offer to really reduce the burning’s urges. He was being polite, but I assume he meant my body needs to absorb the hormones contained in your ejaculate.”
     
    “Stop. Gag, that sounds so awful. No more science words during sex with me,” he ordered, listening to her laugh at his protest.
     
    He shook like it was his first time with a female as he eased the full naked length of his erection inside her. Ariel moved beneath him to accommodate his size, just like she had before. The intense heat of her pulsing channel made him gasp for breath, fighting to last more than an untried boy. Her burning made demands on his body, but because it was Ariel, he didn’t mind meeting every single one of them. She would never deliberately take advantage of the edge it gave her physically. Her mind was too logical to care about normal female manipulation.
     
    As he began to move, her body matched each slow thrust he made. It was the most luxurious fucking he’d ever indulged in with any female. She moved sensuously in his arms, following his lead, and did so without ever realizing her actions were a form of obedience. It was just natural…and easy…and everything he’d always wished for with other females and never found with them.
     
    Delirious with the satisfaction Ariel provided, he kissed her over and over. He kissed her through the whimpering groans of her climax rebuilding because of his thrusts. When she crested a second time, he let himself find release inside her as they both rode the last wave of climax together.
     
    “You are the most incredible female I’ve ever known,” he whispered, smiling when she patted his face in reply instead of speaking.
     
    Moments later her body grew lax under his, her arms dropping away from holding him, but he couldn’t make himself leave her. So he stayed where he was, semi-erect within her, kissing her face and brushing her hair back as she spun down from lust and headed into a peaceful sleep.
     
    When he felt himself finally getting drowsy too, Matt rolled them both to their sides. He started to speak, but noticed Ariel was already out cold in his arms. Her absolute trust in him to take care of her filled some hole in his gut he hadn’t even known needed filling.
     
    Damn the young alpha for being