Rogue Wolf by Heather Long Page A

gave it a light tug. Her gasps turned to a gentle moan and he wanted to savage something. Fucking her was out of the question, no matter how hard his cock became or how sweet the scent of her passion. Forcing his hand from her breast, he stroked down her stomach then beneath the shirt.
    Skin-on-skin was always better. Massaging the taut plane of muscle, he continued to trace the whorls of her ear with his tongue. The arch of her hips ground her pelvis to his and he bit her, not cruel enough to break skin but enough for her to feel his teeth. Dispensing with the button on her jeans, he eased the zipper down then dipped his hand beneath, past the elastic band of her panties. He found her sex, warm and wet with sweet ambrosia, waiting for him.
    Releasing her ear, he lifted his head and met her gaze as he slid a finger along the seam of her labia. Her lips parted, and her eyes went glassy.
    “Too long, bella ,” he told her, wanting to rail at her for letting herself get into such a state. But he could combine the lesson with a little pleasure, as well as easing the hunger tearing her apart. He could do that much for her.
    Finding her clit, he traced the swollen bud. The urge to drop down and strip her pants fully off so he could taste her dug its claws into him. Ignoring the basic desire, he began to stroke her. Her eyes widened and the tension in her body coiled tighter. She arched her back, and he allowed himself a small smile.
    Yes, she wanted the pleasure he could give her. Catching the bundle of nerves between two fingers, he increased the pressure and pushed her swiftly toward the shattering end she craved. Color rushed her cheeks, and her eyes began to close.
    “No,” he snapped. “ Look at me.”
    She jerked her eyelids open, her lust-filled gaze locked on his, and his wolf surged through him. Easing her touch starvation, feeding her pleasure and exacting his control combined into one. He wanted her submission, but he wanted her to offer it. Her breath came in shorter, fast bursts and she rode his hand, grinding against his fingers, yet he kept her gaze captive.
    “Take it.” The growl in his voice was his wolf commanding her. “Take your pleasure.”
    The sweet slickness coated his fingers as he continued to stroke. He longed to dip his fingers lower until he could thrust them inside of her, but that sheath was for his cock and he would deny them both until…her throat went tight and her head pressed against the wall as her howl ripped from her.
    She shook and quivered. The violence of her orgasm filled him with immense satisfaction. When she went boneless and trembling, he released her wrists and caught her with his free arm. Easing his fingers from her, he waited for the sweep of her lashes to raise, then licked her release from his fingers one at a time. The flavor was rich, like a burgundy, only far more succulent. His cock throbbed.
    “Better?” he asked, keeping his voice gentle.
    Her soft sigh gratified him, and she rested her hands against his shoulders. “I can’t—believe you…” She moistened her lips, and he zeroed in on the flick of her pink tongue. “…yes, I feel better, but we could—”
    Setting her on her feet, he stepped back. She’d had the carrot, now it was time for the stick. His wolf bucked against the need, believing they’d proven their point. The man—the Alpha—knew better. He’d given her a taste of relief, offered to sate her, but her challenge wasn’t forgotten.
    “No,” he told her. “I will be happy to cuddle you if you need it, bella . I suspect you need a great deal of it. If you want to be in my bed, you will ask me. Understood?”
    A shudder rippled over her and she stared, disbelief etched into her features. Gradually the wolf gold bled from her eyes, and the scorching heat of her glare returned.
    Gritting his teeth against the provocative picture she presented, with her tousled hair and kiss-swollen lips, he walked to her laptop and retrieved it from the