Dark Wolf (Spirit Wild) - By Kate Douglas Page 0,28

close and ran his tongue across her clit.

Lily groaned and laughed at the same time as he teased her with tiny licks and nips. If he was reading her right, this woman liked control. He imagined she was a voracious lover, used to getting her way, used to directing her men.

He really didn’t want to think of Lily with other men. For some reason, the wolven side, the one he usually worked so hard to call, rose up now and made his presence known.

Sebastian hadn’t realized he was such a possessive creature.

But it had to be the wolf telling him the best approach with this woman would be to take away her control. Sebastian agreed. He stroked her with his tongue and thought of shifting to lick deeper, but he’d already screwed things up as a wolf. It was enough to follow his creature’s suggestions without actually shifting. Tonight he’d make a point of not pushing her. Of giving her what she wanted.

Within reason.

Lily’s hands tightened in his hair as he licked and sucked between her legs. Water fell like warm rain against his back as he nipped at her labia and drew each sleek petal between his lips. He used his tongue to tease and lick her clitoris and the tiny hood surrounding it.

She must have been right on the edge. With just a couple of licks, her hands tightened in his wet hair and she arched her hips close against his mouth. Her body shuddered, and she cried out with her climax. Fighting his own powerful arousal, Sebastian licked faster, deeper, and she came again, harder this time, until she curled her lithe body around him, tugging almost frantically at his hair. Her taste filled his mouth, a flavor unique to Lily, an aphrodisiac like nothing he’d ever experienced. She was panting when, with a final lick, he stood, grabbed her around the waist, and forcefully bent her over the stone wall surrounding the shower.

The water stopped falling as they stepped away from whatever sensor must be controlling it, and now the silence was broken by the harsh sound of his breathing and Lily’s soft whimper as he positioned her on the smooth stones.

High enough to keep her feet off the ground, her bottom in the air, and her long hair lying in tangles on the polished stone floor below her head, it was the perfect height for sex. He wondered if she’d designed it that way, with this in mind. Wondered how many men had taken her this same way, but then he shoved that thought out of his head.

He had no right to such thoughts. He was the one here now, and she honored him with her generosity and giving nature. It was just the two of them, and that was more than he’d hoped.

He’d read more than enough of the polyamorous nature of the Chanku. Alternately disgusted and aroused by the thought of multiple partners, he’d held the images close. Images of men with men, women with women, all of them aroused, all of them together.

He didn’t need those visuals now. He had Lily, and he ran his palms over her sleek flanks, leaned close, and nipped the rounded curve of her buttock. Lily groaned, and the last of his fantasies fled. Lily Cheval was fantasy itself as she slapped the rock wall with both hands for balance, as he parted her legs and, without foreplay, rested the thick head of his cock against her.

Her gasps for air blended with his harsh breaths. The sounds of the last drops of water draining into the pipe beneath the shower and dripping from the stones, Lily’s soft whimpers, his thundering heart—all coming together in a powerful crescendo.

Lily’s hands slid across the stone wall, and he heard her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the rocks to hold herself steady. Her long, lean body writhed beneath him, and he wondered for a brief moment if he was being too rough, if he might be hurting her.

Almost as if Lily answered his brief thought, she raised her hips and pressed back against him, forcing his entry. Sebastian pushed forward, slowly, relentlessly working his way deep into her tight channel. She was sleek and hot, her muscles quivering and clenching along his full length.

And then, as if she’d turned on a switch, Lily’s thoughts entered his mind. Not words so much, but sensations as she shared the thick intrusion of his cock, forcing her vaginal walls to stretch and give way.