to sharp points.
He looked up and met her gaze, willing her to tell him she wanted him to touch them, lick them.
But she remained mute. He’d really love to know how she’d react if there wasn’t achallenge between them.
His thumbs flicked the buds. She gasped and her musky scent grew stronger. Whenhe bent down and covered one crest with his lips, teasing the swollen nub with histongue, she couldn’t hide her moan. He did the same with the other, then alternatedback and forth, each time feeling the nipples tighten, her breasts grow warmer. Katya could barely hold her whimpers now.
She was weakening.
And he was already destroyed.
When he looked up at her again, the fierce arousal on her face set him on fire. He reined in the beast just as the thick hairs began to pop out on his arms.
It wasn’t yet time to become the wolf.
“Are your panties wet?”
She didn’t answer.
“I guess I’ll find out for myself, then.”
Before she could utter an objection, he moved to her jeans and popped the button open, sliding the zipper down and reaching for the waistband, pushing the denim over her hips. Her skin burned, singeing his fingers as he moved lower.
“Wait!” she said.
He stopped.
But she didn’t say anything.
“What is it?” Although he already knew the answer. She was quickly losing control, and she wanted him to stop.
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Jaci Burton
“Katya, is there something you want to say?”
In a matter of minutes, this would be over.
Thank God. Because if he didn’t get her to give in soon, he’d be the one begging. Or he’d turn and simply take her in the primal mating of the wolf. But that’s not the way he wanted to do this tonight. Tonight, he’d take her as a human.
If he could keep the beast within him locked up long enough to see it through.
60
Mountain Moonlight
Chapter Seven
Katya was unable to speak.
What was she going to say? Stop? If she stopped him, he’d win. If she didn’t stop him, he’d win. Why had she agreed to this stupid challenge, anyway? As it was shecould barely hang onto whatever shred of rational thought remained. If he undressed her completely, if he saw the moist evidence of what he was doing to her, if he took herup one more torturous step, she’d burst and beg him to fuck her.
Then where would she be? Under his control, under his rule.
Never! She hadn’t worked this hard for so long, alone, to give it up to the first upstart foreigner who decided he could do it better.
“Katya,” The way he said her name made her shiver. It poured off his lips likesweet, dark brandy, smooth and sensual and warming her from the inside out.
She looked up at him.
Heavens, he was beautiful, his eyes dark with desire, his hair falling over his face in a way that made her want to reach out and sweep it back. His cock was like steel as itbrushed against her aching sex.
“Katya. Tell me what you want.”
“Nothing. You may continue,” she finally said, mentally preparing herself for what was to come. She’d endure it, with no response. She wasn’t going to give in. She’d steel herself not to feel, not to react, no matter what he did to her. Then later, she’d massage away the blistering ache of arousal by fucking herself with her own hand, masking her screams into her pillow.
Returning to his task, Conner pulled the thin strings at her hips, dragged her panties down over her legs and cast them aside.
But instead of standing, he remained kneeling in front of her, his mouth in perfect alignment to her throbbing sex.
“You’re wet,” he whispered, reaching out and swiping his finger against the swollen folds of her slit.
She jerked and trembled, so close to orgasm that the barest touch of his fingers inflamed her nearly over the edge.
But if she came, he’d have her.
She fought it, trying to think horrible thoughts. Her parents’ death, what happened with Peter, and now being mated to Conner. She
He looked up and met her gaze, willing her to tell him she wanted him to touch them, lick them.
But she remained mute. He’d really love to know how she’d react if there wasn’t achallenge between them.
His thumbs flicked the buds. She gasped and her musky scent grew stronger. Whenhe bent down and covered one crest with his lips, teasing the swollen nub with histongue, she couldn’t hide her moan. He did the same with the other, then alternatedback and forth, each time feeling the nipples tighten, her breasts grow warmer. Katya could barely hold her whimpers now.
She was weakening.
And he was already destroyed.
When he looked up at her again, the fierce arousal on her face set him on fire. He reined in the beast just as the thick hairs began to pop out on his arms.
It wasn’t yet time to become the wolf.
“Are your panties wet?”
She didn’t answer.
“I guess I’ll find out for myself, then.”
Before she could utter an objection, he moved to her jeans and popped the button open, sliding the zipper down and reaching for the waistband, pushing the denim over her hips. Her skin burned, singeing his fingers as he moved lower.
“Wait!” she said.
He stopped.
But she didn’t say anything.
“What is it?” Although he already knew the answer. She was quickly losing control, and she wanted him to stop.
59
Jaci Burton
“Katya, is there something you want to say?”
In a matter of minutes, this would be over.
Thank God. Because if he didn’t get her to give in soon, he’d be the one begging. Or he’d turn and simply take her in the primal mating of the wolf. But that’s not the way he wanted to do this tonight. Tonight, he’d take her as a human.
If he could keep the beast within him locked up long enough to see it through.
60
Mountain Moonlight
Chapter Seven
Katya was unable to speak.
What was she going to say? Stop? If she stopped him, he’d win. If she didn’t stop him, he’d win. Why had she agreed to this stupid challenge, anyway? As it was shecould barely hang onto whatever shred of rational thought remained. If he undressed her completely, if he saw the moist evidence of what he was doing to her, if he took herup one more torturous step, she’d burst and beg him to fuck her.
Then where would she be? Under his control, under his rule.
Never! She hadn’t worked this hard for so long, alone, to give it up to the first upstart foreigner who decided he could do it better.
“Katya,” The way he said her name made her shiver. It poured off his lips likesweet, dark brandy, smooth and sensual and warming her from the inside out.
She looked up at him.
Heavens, he was beautiful, his eyes dark with desire, his hair falling over his face in a way that made her want to reach out and sweep it back. His cock was like steel as itbrushed against her aching sex.
“Katya. Tell me what you want.”
“Nothing. You may continue,” she finally said, mentally preparing herself for what was to come. She’d endure it, with no response. She wasn’t going to give in. She’d steel herself not to feel, not to react, no matter what he did to her. Then later, she’d massage away the blistering ache of arousal by fucking herself with her own hand, masking her screams into her pillow.
Returning to his task, Conner pulled the thin strings at her hips, dragged her panties down over her legs and cast them aside.
But instead of standing, he remained kneeling in front of her, his mouth in perfect alignment to her throbbing sex.
“You’re wet,” he whispered, reaching out and swiping his finger against the swollen folds of her slit.
She jerked and trembled, so close to orgasm that the barest touch of his fingers inflamed her nearly over the edge.
But if she came, he’d have her.
She fought it, trying to think horrible thoughts. Her parents’ death, what happened with Peter, and now being mated to Conner. She
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