“You aren’t going to regret this in the morning, are you?”
She gave a husky chuckle as she turned her head to stroke her lips along his jaw, delighting in the rough scrape of his whiskers. She didn’t doubt he had to shave more than once a day to look civilized.
The thought was oddly erotic.
“Will you?”
He hissed in pleasure. “No, but I don’t want to be kicked to the curb because you blame me for taking advantage.”
“No one takes advantage of me.” She nipped his bottom lip. “And I’m not a silly juvenile who doesn’t know what she wants from one minute to the next. I’m a full-grown Were and I want you.”
A moan was wrenched from his throat as his lips traveled over the curve of her breast, at last latching on to her aching nipple.
Her eyes squeezed shut as a raw, savage pleasure raced through her.
“Oh ... God, yes.”
“You like that?”
Like it?
Hell, she accused him of being a caveman, but her urges in this moment couldn’t be more primitive.
Give her a club and she’d make sure this man never left her bed.
“It’s perfect,” she whispered.
“You’re perfect.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you’d seen me during a full moon,” she teased with a small sigh. “I earn my title of Queen of Bitches.”
“I like that you’re a bitch.” His mouth tormented her nipple, lapping and nipping until her fingers dug into his shoulders. “And that you’re not afraid to speak your mind. And that you’ll kick ass when necessary.”
She shuddered, his soft words as much an aphrodisiac as his skillful touch.
Gods, she was on fire.
After waiting for so long to ease this burning ache, she had planned to enjoy a slow, mind-numbing seduction, but the pagan need to have him buried deep inside her was rapidly reaching a critical level.
As if sensing she was tumbling out of control, Luc pulled back to study her with a gaze that sent tiny tremors down her spine.
It was a gaze that spoke of need and yearning and ... possession.
Lifting his hands, he framed her face in his hands, pulling her down to kiss her with an aching sweetness. Sophia sighed. She didn’t know what she had done for fate to have dropped this delectable man into her arms, but she intended to savor every moment he remained with her.
Her hands smoothed over the corded muscles of his chest. His skin was a warm, silken temptation, and with a moan of need, she moved to trail her lips over his face and down the strong column of his throat. Her stomach clenched in fierce need, her wolf delighting in the clean scent of male skin.
“You taste of heat and sunshine,” she whispered as she continued her provoking caresses.
“I’m supposed to be tasting you,” he growled, his hands clutching her h*ps as he sought to regain command.
Such an alpha.
“Do you object?” she whispered, moving steadily lower.
“Oh, hell no.”
“What about this?”