Howl for Me by Lynn Red

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    Reaching up, I wrapped my arms around Damon’s neck and pulled myself up to his mouth, tasting him, breathing him in. Before I knew it, I was on the bed. I watched in awe as Damon grabbed the collar of his shirt and ripped it straight down the middle. When he fell on me, the heft of his body felt like home.
    His hard, heavy heat against the inside of my thighs had me burning, aching, for his touch. He was kissing me, caressing me, so lightly, that it was like air licking my skin.
    On the way down my neck, he swirled his tongue, then kissed, then sucked. Lower and lower he went, until making my whole body craved him. He only stopped for a moment, where my collarbones met, to unbutton the flannel shirt I’d worn to bed.
    Damon’s lips never left my chest the whole time he was undoing my shirt, and when it fell open, letting a little of the cool air from the fan above lick my skin, I had no idea he was even undressing me.
    He dragged a fingertip down my chest, from my chin to the top of my pajama pants, and hooked it there. He pulled the waistband just low enough that I felt the back of his finger against me, and shuddered.
    “What would I do without you?” he asked. “Where would I be?”
    “Right now, you’d probably be... in a cave... with your brother, and an old man,” I said, smiling up at him.
    It was hard to talk with all the fluttering, light-as-anything kisses he was covering me with, but I did my best.
    “Maybe,” he said, before lowering his head to kiss me again. “And, I also wouldn’t have had a visitor the other night? That was you, right? There I was, trying to be alert and ready for anything, and you make love to me in a dream.”
    My cheeks burned with a red flush, and when he looked up and me, he laughed. “Oh, you’re embarrassed now?”
    “Well,” I trailed off for a second. “I didn’t know you’d actually feel any of that. I thought I was just kinda doing it for myself.”
    “How could I not feel you?” He stared straight into my eyes. “I spent that entire trip thinking about you. The two times my life flashed before my eyes, the only thing going through my head was how much I’d miss you.”
    Damon slid his tongue between my breasts, kissing every half inch or so.
    “What did it feel like?” I asked, as I ran my fingers through his thick, wavy hair.
    Damon let out a soft groan. “While it was happening, it was just like a regular dream.” His tongue swirled over my nipple, teasing it to life, and then he went back to kissing down my chest. “Afterward though? It was just like I’d been with you. I felt that glow, that warmth only you give me. I knew it was you.”
    His stubble pleased the soft skin around my belly button, and when he gave me a little nibble, I felt myself go warm for him.
    “You did?”
    “Well okay,” he whispered. “Not at first.”
    He paused to kiss a little lower, pulling my panties down, inch by inch. When he was just above my sex, he kissed along the waistband, all the way to my hips. He went to one side, then the other, and then back to the center.
    “I felt something , but I passed it off. It wasn’t until I was...”
    He froze. It was like an alarm going off in my mind.
    “What happened? Damon, you’ve got to tell me. And don’t try lying.”
    Sitting up on his knees, Damon hooked his fingers under my waistband and pulled both pajamas, and panties, down to my knees, before I kicked them off.
    “Talk,” I said, trying to sound serious, but almost swooning, when he kissed me again.
    “When we were being attacked,” he said softly. “I was on the ground, and about to get run over.”
    A finger slid along my folds, and them between them. I let my head fall backwards onto our deep, soft pillows, and drew a breath full of his leather and spice and manliness. The way he licked and curled his fingers in me got me almost squealing with delight.
    He eased his tongue along my lines, and then settled on my most sensitive place. For a few