Gone with the Wolf - By Kristin Miller Page 0,41
over his lap. The friction only increased his desire to push inside her.
“I’ve hungered for you since the first moment I saw you,” he said as she arched up, rolling her hips over him like a skilled rider.
She was glorious above him, powerful and somehow majestic with her hair falling over her shoulders and her breasts gently bouncing in his face. Soft amber light from the candles on the dresser flickered over Emelia’s tan skin, giving her a radiant glow.
He needed more taste, more feel, more of her hips grinding against him…without the clothes. As Drake possessed her mouth, Emelia ripped his shirt down the middle. Their mouths collided. Buttons flew. She jerked the shirt off his shoulders and groaned into him, leaning down until her breasts smashed against his chest.
Skin to flaming hot skin. Finally.
Drake quivered with the strength of his need. The raw seduction of her kiss. The way her body spoke to him in a way he’d never thought possible. His heart raced with hers. His breathing hitched with every one of her breathless moans. As warmth pooled between her legs, his shaft swelled and bucked, aching to feel her muscles clench around him.
Emelia was his.
He’d known it the second he touched her in the wine cellar. If it were up to him, and him alone, he would bond with Emelia, claim her as his Luminary, and welcome her like a queen into his pack.
Their lives would be linked. They’d never be apart. Damn the consequences.
But it wasn’t only up to him. Emelia had a choice. Just because she was going to transition into a werewolf didn’t mean she had to bond with him for the rest of her life. And most women wanted children, didn’t they? How would she react when she found out that she would never be able to carry his child to full term?
One step at a time, he reminded himself. One step at a time.
“Emelia,” he breathed.
“Yes?” She nipped at his earlobe.
“You have a choice in this.”
She hesitated, propping her hands on the back of the couch on either side of his head.
“Oh, you want me to beg? Is that it?”
“No.” I want you to stay with me forever. “I want you to know you have a choice.”
“My choice is you.” She smothered a kiss on his lips. “Right here.” And another. Hotter. Deeper. “Right now. Take me, Drake.” She stroked his shaft through his pants. “Take me before I burst.”
A teasing spirit flittered through him. “Yes, ma’am.”
Looping one of his arms behind her back, Drake grabbed hold of Emelia’s waist and flipped her over in one swift move. She gasped as her head hit the couch cushions and her legs fell apart. Drake kneeled on the floor. Spread her legs apart farther and dove between them. Hooking a finger beneath her damp panties, he gave them a hard yank and tore them in two.
“Hope those weren’t your favorite pair.” He planted a kiss on her center and dragged his tongue through her wet slit.
“No.” She blew out a ragged breath, and curled her hips to meet his mouth.
“I’m sorry,” he said playfully, stopping to meet her heavy-lidded gaze. “Did you say something?”
He flicked her engorged nub with his tongue and watched her thighs tremble.
“Don’t you dare stop.” Grasping fistfuls of his hair, Emelia shoved his face back down into position.
No talking, then. Fine by him.
With a devious spark flaring inside him, Drake shot out his tongue and raked it across her flesh. She tasted better than he could’ve imagined—sugary sweet. Downright delicious. He teased her pleasure spot, biting and nipping. Responding to each of her body’s subtle vibrations. As she began to tremble, Drake palmed her rear and lifted her hips against him. He slipped a finger inside her core, giving her the pressure she craved, while dragging his tongue through her slick folds. When her orgasm hit, she cried out his name and rocked against his mouth, driving him to the edge of his own release.
“You taste sweeter than wine,” he said, wedging his hips between her legs. “I’m going to take you now.”
Her kiss-plumped lips pulled into a smile. “Do you always make an announcement before you come?”
“In my pack, it’s customary when the level of respect for your woman matches your desire.” He planted an openmouthed kiss on her lips that buzzed through his chest. “I’ve only said those words to you.”
“I see.” Her smile widened, lighting the room. “Well? I’m waiting.”
He kicked off his shoes and stripped