Howl at the Moon by LeTeisha Newton Page A

wolf fought harder. It couldn’t abide her fear. He couldn’t leave her like that. Before he could think, he was lopping to the front door. He found the key to the door where Aaron said it was, cursing himself all kind of fools, even as he unlocked the door. He stepped in, following his nose to her door. He pushed it open, and she spun on him with a scream.
    “What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in?”
    “Tatiana, let me explain.”
    “I’m waiting. Where the hell is Aaron. I am going to rip his head off. He put you up to this didn’t he?”
    “T, baby, calm down.”
    “Don’t you ‘baby’ me. Were you watching me? Have you lost your mind?”
    “T,” he growled. She was standing there, challenging him. He could smell the anger, desire, and need coming off her skin. He could smell her wetness clinging to the lips of her pussy. His wolf was losing its mind. He could barely think straight.
    “Get out!”
    “Is that what you want me to do?” he asked then, stalking farther into the room, and closing the door behind him. He walked up to Tatiana, forcing her to take steps back as he pushed her bodily toward the bed.
    “Do you want me to leave? Tell me you don’t want my cock inside you and I’ll leave right now. Tell me you didn’t want me as you rode your fingers? Tell me it wasn’t my hands you needed. You tell me any of this, and mean it, and I’ll leave right now.” He watched her swallow, her eyes misty with desire. She trembled, pushing her body against his.
    “Tell me,” he said again.
    “I can’t.”
    “Then drop the cover, T, and get what you need.”

Chapter Twelve
    She knew that she was losing her mind when she let cover drop. Her body was on fire and the near-miss climax was still quaking in her limbs. She felt her pussy throbbing and it was not to be ignored. She felt her nipples, which were already hard, tighten further when Clyde’s gaze locked on them. There was something different in his face. There was as stillness to his body that was almost predatory. It inflamed her need more. He moved toward her slowly, like some stalking beast in the woods. She could feel wetness leak from her pussy.
    When Aaron had come up with the idea for her to pleasure herself, she had dreamed that it would end like this. The initial shock and worry of having Clyde see her like that had faded under a desire so strong she nearly fainted. He came closer to her until the tips of her nipples brushing his cloth covered chest.
    “Take it off,” he demanded and somehow she knew what he meant. Her hands flew to his buttons and hurriedly slipped them from their holes. She undid his cufflinks and slipped the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms and tossed away. He was magnificent to behold. All brawn and strength. His hands, hard and course, slid around her waist.
    “Continue,” he said. Her hands found his belt buckle and unlooped it. His erection pressed against her hands. She unbuttoned his slacks and pulled them down his body. She knelt before him and untied his shoes, then helped him kick his clothes away. She looked up at his cock, thick and throbbing with need, and grabbed it with sure hands. She pumped up from the tip, loving his soft grunt.
    “Taste me.”
    She needed no further urging. She licked the tip, swallowing down his musky flavor, and engulfed the head of his dick. She sucked it strongly, using suction to push it in and out of her mouth as her hand pumped in a twisting motion. She grasped him with her other hand and twisted with that one in the opposite motion.
    “Dammit, T. Right there, baby,” he growled and pumped his hips, helping his cock slide in and out of her mouth. He tasted so good to her. So very good. She sucked harder as he moved until her pulled his cock from her lips with a groan. He bent and lifted her up into his arms so quickly she let out a squeal.
    “Let me down. I’m too big.” His gaze swung to hers as he stopped his movement toward the bed. His