Healing the Clan: Alaskan Tigers: Book Ten by Marissa Dobson Page B

was growing tired of waiting, wanting his body pressed against her. “David!” His name emerged as more of a groan than she had planned, but he had slipped her bra off and his lips had found her nipples. While the first time they made love shouldn’t be rushed, she could no longer suppress her need.
    Taking matters into her own hands, she slid her hand between them and unbuttoned her jeans before wiggling them down her legs. The apprehension and nervousness that had been there when they entered were gone. The mating desire rolled within her unwilling to be denied. She just hoped it didn’t return with a vengeance later.
    They stripped out of their remaining clothes, and he lifted her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist as he carried her toward the bed. “Ready or not, you’re about to be claimed as my mate.”
    “Oh, I’m ready.” She purred as her nails dragged along his back.
    He laid her down on the bed and in one quick movement, he was on top of her. His hands slid down her body as his lips circled her nipple, grazing his teeth over it until her back arched into him.
    “David, please,” she moaned.
    He tore his lips away from her breast, leaning up to look at her. “Please what? I know you like it. I can feel your tigress vibrating just under the surface, begging for more.” Watching her, he waited for an answer.
    She lost all train of thought as he slipped a hand between her legs. The gentle caress as his fingers slip between her folds sent her mind reeling. A moan tore from between her lips. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and she arched into him, wanting him to explore deeper within her. His finger slipped into her as his thumb teased along her clit, exciting the bundle of nerves.
    “Watch those nails, or I might have to return the favor.” He gave a gentle squeeze to her most sensitive spot that had her arching toward him.
    “I need…” She grabbed hold of his arm to stop herself from clawing down his body.
    “What is it that you need, my sweet mate?” He slid his hand away and brought it to her hips.
    “You.” Her tigress growled.
    “I had planned to take this slow, to enjoy every second of it. No rushing.”
    “Time is limited,” she reminded him. “Even if it wasn’t, I need you now. There’s time for slow, but with this mating desire…that time isn’t now.”
    He leaned over her, pressing his lips to hers for a soft kiss. When he pulled back, he let his lips hover just above hers. “Just remember that you gave me permission to take my time later. You might regret that because there will be no begging me to speed it up then. You will be mine.” Before she could reply, he kissed her again, this time deeper, more passionately, stealing the breath from her.
    He pulled his mouth from hers and kissed a path down her neck. His breath was cool against her skin, sending goosebumps down her body as he nipped and kissed along her shoulder. She had wanted to say that she looked forward to that, but the words were stuck in her throat as she fought to keep the screams of desire from springing from her. Sensations collided and threatened to overwhelm her, but she pushed her beast away, trying to savor the moment.
    “You’re mine, and I’ll protect you with my dying breath.” He kissed down her chest until he reached her breasts, dragging his tongue in lazy circles around her nipples. The intensity of her desire shot through the roof. Teasing her nipples gently, pulling them between his teeth until they stood at attention, he rested his weight on an elbow and used the other hand to explore the length of her body. His fingers teased along every curve until it felt like fire sparked between them, growing stronger and hotter with each touch. It wouldn’t be long before the mating desire was too much and he wouldn’t be able to keep up the foreplay. Not that she minded. Right now, foreplay could wait as long as she had him buried deep within her.
    He blazed a hot, wet trail of kisses