Wolfen by Madelaine Montague Page A

mouth and plunging his tongue inside to taste her, to give her a taste of himself. The stroke of his tongue along hers, the heat of his mouth, was as intoxicating as it had been the first time. She found herself gripping his shoulders frantically, surging with him in a rhythmic dance to bring their bodies closer, to brush, meld with the heated current that passed back and forth between them.

     

      "I can't do this. We can't,” she whispered when he lifted his mouth from hers at last, making his way down her throat again and then up to nip at her ear.

     

      "Why not?"

     

      Good question. Unfortunately, she couldn't seem to wrap her mind around it.

     

      He sucked at her earlobe, explored the hollow of her ear with his tongue. Keen awareness in the form of a rasp of pebbly skin cascaded over her. She shivered at the acute sensation as he found his way beneath her t-shirt and brushed his hands over her prickling flesh. Her nipples tightened, nudging his palm as he cupped one breast, kneaded it and then flicked his thumb over the erectile tissue, sending heated currents along her nerve endings to her womb. It contracted in response, heated blood flooding her nether regions.

     

      They waltzed awkwardly across the cabin as he divided his attention between his goal—her bed, and his other goal—her body, teasing her with nibbling kisses until she wasn't certain if she was so thoroughly disoriented by his kisses, or the dizzying movement. The world ceased to spin quite so wildly as he half fell, half dragged her onto the mattress, dragging her t-shirt up in almost the same moment. “Mmm, sweet,” he murmured, running just the tip of his tongue over the nearest nipple. “Baby."

     

      The word was a pleasurable groan against her skin as he explored the soft flesh he'd clasped in his hand. She arched her back, coming off the bed as he finally covered the tip of her breast with his mouth, sucking on it until she thought her chest would cave in from lack of oxygen before he released it and nuzzled his way across her breasts to the other tip. She clutched at him, threading her fingers through his silky hair one moment, skating her palms over the rippling flesh of his shoulders and arms the next.

     

      "I could eat you up,” he whispered against her skin in the valley between breasts, meandering downward until his chin met the waistband of her jeans. He shifted upward again, covering her mouth as he tugged at the fastening, using the back of his hand to widen the opening as he pushed his hand down to cup her sex, stroked the outer lips and then delved the cleft to find her clit.

     

      She sucked in a quick breath as he stroked the sensitive bud, inhaling the intoxicating scent and taste of him, felt herself falling deeper into the quagmire of sensations dragging her into a world where dark, heated pleasure was all that existed.

     

      With the last thread of sanity she possessed, she lifted one arm and searched blindly for the drawer to the bedside table as he tired of the limited access he had and commenced to tugging and shoving at her jeans and panties. She found what she'd been searching for as he tossed her jeans and panties aside, shoved her legs apart, and dove over her, grinding his cock against her.

     

      "Con,” she whispered a little frantically, shoving the condom into his hand.

     

      Con lifted his head from her throat, studied the packet lying in his palm, and then covered her mouth in a deep kiss, tossing the packet over his shoulder. No fucking way is there going to be anything between you and me, baby, he thought angrily. It's going to be skin to hot, wet skin and my seed bathing your womb when I come.

     

      She gasped when he shifted slightly away to drag his dick along her cleft and connect his body to hers, moaned a caress over him as he pushed inside of her, feeling her tight flesh enveloping him slowly—too slowly. He felt sweat pop from his pores as he strained