Werewolves Be Damned - By Stacey Kennedy Page 0,42

slowly eased off her shorts and boots, lifting each foot delicately until she was completely naked. Then she noticed Kyden inhale deeply and she quivered, as the heat in his eyes burned wicked.

He finally stood, giving her a long look from head-to-toe. She might’ve felt exposed, even shy, that was, if his features didn’t simmer as he memorized every inch of her skin. By the time he looked at her in the eye again, her breath came out in short gasps full of expectation.

“I…”

“Nexi—” He pressed his fingers gently on her shoulder, tossing her back on the bed. “Stop talking.” His kiss came firm and demanding, igniting her passion, as he settled between her thighs.

Leaving her breathless, he tore his lips away to devour a taut nipple. His skill was beyond comprehension. Within seconds, he had her body arching toward him, imploring for more. While his mouth played, his fingers teased the other nipple until both breasts were sensitive to the touch.

He awakened her body in a foreign way, making her throb in need. When he kissed her, he set her aflame. When he touched her, she burned for more. Desperate desires urged her on, and she squirmed toward his thigh. Lifting her hips, she rubbed herself along his bare leg and ground herself against him to a higher pleasure.

A low growl sounded from his throat before he rose above her. He placed his hands on either side of her head, watching her reeling in pleasure. Each circle of her hips made his eyes smolder, and every moan she made had his jaw clenching. The pressure built and intensively, she ground harder, struggled for breath as her climax approached.

She leaned her head back as the sensation peaked, and in the exact moment she climbed higher, he withdrew his leg. On a gasp, she snapped her head up. Dark, seductive eyes were trained on her. “I’d happily let you finish,” he murmured, sliding down her body, and placing kisses on her stomach, showing his intention. “But I’d rather do it myself.”

Closing her eyes, she again leaned her head back, as he lavished her lower lips with the skill of his mouth. At first, his touch was light. He teased, dancing around the area craving his attention, leaving her shivering in anticipation.

When she didn’t only tremble, but outright quaked with desire, he lightly blew across her sensitive skin, sending a breath of cool air streaming against her fiery flesh. A deep moan spilled from her, and it was clearly the invitation he needed.

Pushing firmly against her thighs to widen her legs, he bit, sucked, licked and swirled with the intention to satisfy her. And he satisfied her—right down to her bones. Flames of pleasure whipped like wildfire through her body, and when he lowered his hand to join in the fun, she unraveled completely.

“Oh, God,” she shouted. “I’m going to…”

Her mind no longer held coherent thoughts. Clamping down on his wrist, she urged him on in a desperate attempt to push her over the edge. He used gentle strokes, but she didn’t want gentle loving.

Latching onto her wrist, he pinned her hand to the bed and he worked harder. His fingers became a force bringing forth the highest forms of pleasure. She couldn’t focus and her head whipped from side to side.

Pleasure stole over her mind, and moans poured from her mouth which she suspected all of the Otherworld probably heard, especially the werewolves. She didn’t care. He deserved to hear how wild he made her. Never, with any of her ex-boyfriends, had she’d ever been pleasured like this.

Kyden didn’t only excel in his guardian role.

Clamping her thighs against his head, she screamed against the powerful sensation, while he continued to ravage her body. Her legs trembled against him, and at her harsh intake of breath, he increased his force.

With the speed he now delivered with his fingers, matched with the sensation of his mouth continuing to caress her hot flesh, she exploded into one of the most intense feelings she’d ever experienced in her life. Wave after wave of euphoric pleasure took her to a place she’d never gone before, a high she never wanted to abandon.

Sadly, she did.

When she plummeted back to reality, she could hardly catch her breath. “That”—her voice was slow and sedated, and she wasn’t entirely confident she still had arms and legs—“was incredible.”

“No.” He hovered over her. “That was beautiful.”

Regardless that he had turned her into the equivalent of a jellyfish, she forced her arms to