Rutledge Werewolves 1: Scent of Passion by Elizabeth Lapthorne Page A

Artemais.
    “How do you taste on me?” she whispered.
    Leaning forwards to kiss him fully, Sophie positioned herself above Artemais’ straining cock. As she thrust her tongue into his mouth, sharing their combined flavor, she simultaneously thrust down onto his cock, impaling herself.
    They both groaned in unison at their joining. Once again, Sophie led the pace, but this time there was no casual, teasing quality to it. She rode him hard, pushed both of them faster and faster as their breaths mingled and they gasped. As she clenched her inner muscles to grasp his cock even tighter, she felt the now-familiar tremble begin deep inside her womb.
    Gasping, she felt lightheaded, heard the roaring in her ears. Meeting Artemais’ deep, penetrating strokes, she rode through the crashing waves of their pleasure, and screamed. Vaguely, she felt his hands grasping her hips, pulling her down even harder onto his cock. She felt him erupt inside her, shooting jet after jet of his hot cum deep inside her. When the internal tremors subsided, she collapsed on Artemais’ chest. She was sweating and still panting slightly as she caught her breath. Sophie felt much better with her cheek lying over Artemais’ heartbeat, hearing it pumping furiously. She felt his warm arms circle around her and bring her close, holding her protectively in the curve of his body.
    Sophie closed her eyes. She was safe and well here. Physical exhaustion washed through her and she let the safe darkness of sleep take over.

Chapter Fourteen
     
    When Sophie stirred, Artemais shifted slightly. She wasn’t heavy, but while she napped he had been deep in thought and now some of his rapidly cooling muscles complained.
    He couldn’t deny the huge feeling of possession welling inside him. He felt ecstatic that she trusted him enough to fall asleep on him, and he knew he could build slowly and carefully on this trust. After all, he had five or six months for them to get to know each other, to learn about each other. They were certainly in no rush right now.
    Artemais felt a tug on his heart when Sophie sleepily raised her head and smiled down at him. Moving her hand to push her sleep-tousled curls from her eyes, he felt his heart beat faster. She looked adorable. When she laughed aloud and commented, “Don’t you ever carry condoms?” he felt a slight shiver of warning.
    He and his brothers had never been sick, never had any sort of human illness. Years ago his grandfather had explained that no werewolf in their pack for as far back as he could recall had ever carried a human disease. Most of the time, their immune systems were compatible with a human’s.
    While they didn’t donate blood for fear of something being found in it upon close examination, ordinary pharmaceuticals such as painkillers seemed to work for a short time, their body simply burnt through the drugs much faster than a normal human.
    Neither had a pack member ever caught an STD to their knowledge, and as only a true mate could be impregnated by an Alpha male, the need for condoms was only a smokescreen to not scare away the human women.
    The first few times he had been with Sophie, Artemais had followed convention and worn the rubber. Yet as his certainty of Sophie being the one grew stronger, his desire to see her rounded with his child also grew, until finally he convinced himself to dispense with the condom.
    Lucky for him.
    Artemais felt weighted by his secrets from her. If he expected her to trust him and be honest with him, he needed to return the favor. He needed to tell her about himself and his Pack.
    “Uh, there’s a few things I need to tell you,” he started, uncertain. Sophie didn’t help matters. She simply watched him, waiting and expectant. She still had that glow about her; that just-been-satisfied look, and he really didn’t want to ruin it.
    “Well, now is probably a good time to start,” she prodded.
    Wondering if he should have read an etiquette book, to see if there