Ruthless (Wolf Ranch #6) - Renee Rose Page 0,26

straddled me, looming over my body on his hands and knees, his thick member brushing my inner thigh. He bent his head and captured the front of my bra in his teeth. “I said, off.”

“Don’t rip this, too,” I laughed and caught his head, burrowing my fingers in his hair and guiding his mouth to my left nipple.

He growled, bathing the puckered peak with his tongue before sucking it deeply into his mouth through the material.

I gasped at the answering tug between my legs. Before I even knew what I was doing, I wrapped them around his back and pulled him into the cradle of my thighs.

He groaned and shuddered, his teeth grazing my nipple before he pulled sharply back. “Fuck, Natalie. You keep that up, and I’m going to forget to be gentle with you.”

I shivered, wondering if wolf shifters were rougher than human men. They had to be, right? Considering how much stronger he seemed to be. And possessive.

“I’ll get a condom on because if you keep that up, I’m going to be buried inside you way before I get through the foreplay.”

“Screw the foreplay.” I propped myself up on my forearms, watching as he dove to the floor to retrieve a condom. I meant it. We’d already had plenty of foreplay. Twice at my place and once in the parking lot. “I’m ready for the real deal.” I glanced down at his cock. Thick, long, hard. A penis wasn’t all that good looking, but a hard dick with a flared head and a bead of pre-cum at the tip was something else altogether. And Rand’s? My mouth watered to taste. Feel it hot and heavy on my tongue.

Rand came up growling. “Don’t worry, Red. I’ll give you my dick. Is that what you need, beautiful? To get crammed full?”

My belly fluttered at his dirty talk. I nodded. Some part of me wondered at my trust of this guy. That I’d be here in his house, in his bed, so soon after meeting him. How I let all my inhibitions slip, let my need and desire for him take over.

He wasn’t human! But Uncle Adam had trusted him. And he’d trusted their pack. Whether it was logical or not, I’d trusted Rand the moment I saw him again—in wolf form and human. I always had, it seemed.

This felt like the safest and most thrilling hook up I could ever have.

Rand let out a curse, rolling on the condom. “I was trying to go slow for you, Red. But you had to go and look so damn perfect in my bed.” He tackled me, pinning my wrists beside my head as he nibbled all down my neck, stopping to breathe deeply like he was savoring my scent.

“Do you like the way I smell?” I dared ask.

He froze, then cleared his throat. I was instantly sorry I’d called attention to it. It was just that I was dying of curiosity. “Is that weird?” he asked, lifting his head to examine my face.

He was worried about it.

I guessed he would be since their existence was a huge secret I wasn’t supposed to know. I’d pointed out an obvious trait of a shifter. Now, in the heat of the moment.

I shook my head. “Nope. It’s hot,” I assured him. “I mean, if you like it. If you don’t, and I smell like BO or something, it’s embarrassing.”

“BO?” His face split into a huge smile. “Hardly. Oh, I like it, Red. I like it so fucking much.”

“What do I smell like?” I whispered, watching his handsome face in the lamplight.

He dropped his head and gave my right nipple a flick of his tongue. “Like apples and sunshine. And woman. My woman.” He gave his head a quick shake. “Sorry.” He grinned. “I’m still smarting over all those assholes checking you out tonight.”

I should tell him I wasn’t his woman, and we both knew I never could be, but it was too nice basking in the heat of his jealousy. His desire for me.

Besides, his dick was hard, protected in latex, and he was between my legs. Why would I want to talk when we had other things we could be doing?

We could have that talk tomorrow.

I wrapped my legs around his back again. “Come here, big man. Show me what you’ve got.”

He groaned at the same time he thrust, spearing me with his erection. I gasped at the welcome intrusion. The stretch of my tight channel around his girth. God, he was big.