Howl My Name (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Grayslake Book 5) by Celia Kyle

before I crawled into bed, but I was so weak.”
    It was his turn to glare. “What d’ya mean, weak?”
    She sighed and fell silent for so long he wondered if she’d answer. “I had to give you blood to save you.”
    “I… think I remember some of that, but your bear should have…”
    Evie shook her head. “I gave you a lot. Almost too much. I was only half awake by the time Simone got me in bed.”
    “Evie…” he stroked her face, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Never do that again.”
    “I couldn’t just let you—”
    “I mean it. Me? I’m not worth hurting yourself like that.” He cupped her face and ran his thumb over her cheek. “Not even a little.”
    “Reid, you don’t understand.”
    “I understand that you’re the most important thing to me. Can’t lose you. So if the only way to keep me alive is to risk yourself, you don’t do it. Me living and you dying? That shit’s not happening. If there’s a chance you could die trying to save me…” he shook his head. “Don’t bother. Because I can’t live without you and if you make me… I’ll kill everything—everyone—and the only way to stop me would be a bullet to the heart. You understand me? My wolf will lose it and others will suffer. Period.”
    She swallowed hard, tears springing to her eyes and he hated the pain that lingered there. “I couldn’t watch you die.”
    “And I can’t live without you. You are necessary to me now. You are the reason I breathe, Evie. You get me?” He drew her closer, urging her to lower her head until he was able to brush his lips across hers. “You hear me, baby?” he murmured against her lips, breathing deeply when she released a soft sigh.
    “I hear you.”
    “Good.” He kissed her again, unable to have her close without his mouth on hers. He pressed gently, gradually drawing out what he wanted rather than demanding and taking. She needed to choose to come to him, to open and give herself to him.
    Reid lapped at the seam of her lips, teasing her until she opened for him. She surrendered. And he took over, showed her that she’d mate an alpha and not some pushover. He lured her gently, beckoned her into his trap, and now he’d never release her.
    Which sounded a little psycho.
    He never claimed to be sane.
    He slipped his tongue into her mouth, sliding past her parted lips and he gathered her flavors to him. He savored each bit of sweetness and each hint of her natural tastes. He sneaked in and out of her mouth, showing her exactly what he’d like to do. He’d slide in and out of her wet heat and pleasure her with each stroke.
    That image locked in his mind, he kept his eyes closed as he made love to her with his lips. Their passion simmered, slowly heating with each passing breath, and he pulled her closer. He wanted her body aligned with his, those curves snug against him as he plundered her mouth. His cock pulsed and throbbed, aching to sink into her pussy over and over again.
    He sank into the passion of their kiss, drawing in the scents that surrounded him as he lapped at her lips and gathered more of her on his tongue. Damn, if her lips were this sweet…
    His dick pulsed, anxious to find out how hot and sweet her pussy would be.
    And he’d get that. Soon.
    He just needed her to come on his mouth first. Then, when he could breathe without being in pain, he’d fuck her. Claim her.
    Mouth then dick. There, he had a plan.
    One that was shot to shit when one of those hands snaked down his body. It slipped beneath the sheet that rested across his hips and then delved farther until that hot little hand encircled his shaft… then stroked him. She pumped his dick, fingers tightening as she rubbed him. Up and then down, slow and sweet and in time with the flick of her tongue.
    He moaned into her mouth, enjoying the feel and taste of her. His balls ached, drawing high and tight against him as he fought off the urge to come. He wanted to fill her, bathe her in his scent until everyone