Savage (Wolf Ranch #4) - Renee Rose Page 0,49

down only long enough for us both to shuck the rest of our clothing then I gripped her waist and lifted her hips up to mine. She straddled me, wrapping her legs around my back. In the mirror, I saw her cute feet crossed. “Just think how easily we’ll conceive next time if we’re horizontal.”

She bit my shoulder. Her teeth were blunt and dull compared to a wolf’s, but I fucking loved her instinct. I loved that she wanted to bite me back. To mark me like I marked her.

I licked the place my tooth had sunk into her flesh. The spot had a small scab and was slowly healing. “Getting me back?” I teased.

“Uh huh.” She glanced up at me through her lashes. “I figure I have lifetime rights. I still don’t know how you managed to break skin.”

“Weird fluke,” I offered, my voice going rusty. Christ. I hated lying to her. Hated holding shit back, especially now when there was literally nothing between us. Especially when she used the word lifetime when referring to our relationship.

How much shock could she take in one day? Her ex had been murdered in her house. Finding out her new boyfriend was a wolf might put her over the edge.

Then there was the issue of permanently claiming her without consent. Although after her confession of love tonight, I felt slightly better about springing that on her. Still, now wasn’t the time. My dick and wolf both agreed. Fuck now, fuck everything up later.

I set her on her feet in the shower and unwrapped a fresh bar of soap, watching hungrily as she turned in the spray of water and tipped her chin up to wet her hair.

Mine. This female with lush curves and the small swell of our child in her belly. Mine!

I had to continue to reassure myself it was true, despite the fact that I’d marked her. It had happened so quickly, changing my entire life with a chance meeting in the grocery store.

I rolled the bar of soap in my hands to lather it up then stroked my sudsy palm down the side of her neck and over her shoulder, careful to avoid the healing puncture wound. She watched me with water droplets on her lashes as I spread the suds across her sternum, between her breasts then up and around the twin beauties, thumbing her nipples as I worked.

She shuffled her feet on the tub floor like she was trying to rub those sweet inner thighs together. I could scent that she was wet, and from more than just water. I molded my palm to her side and slid it down her waist to her hip then around to knead the soft pillow of her ass.

“I get to play, too.” Her voice was husky. She took the soap from my hand and gathered suds to spread across my chest. Her gaze followed her action, and I realized she hadn’t had any opportunity to study me before. We were so different. Her soft to my hard. Her gentle roundness to my sharp edges. Her silky skin to my hair covered physique.

Everywhere she touched my skin ignited sparks of pleasure. Of desire. It humbled me. My dick was so hard it throbbed. But it could wait. It always would as Becky always came first. I dropped to my knees and stroked both hands around the globes of her ass then slid one between her knees, working all the way up to her inner thigh without actually touching her sex.

“Clint,” she moaned hoarsely, burrowing her fingers in my wet hair and pulling.

Carefully, I turned her so her back was against the tile, extra support so she wouldn’t slip. I had her securely, but I would always be protective.

“You need my tongue here?” I asked, lifting the leg I’d been cleaning and putting it over my shoulder. Her heel dug into my back.

“Y-yes. Yes, please.”

“Mmm, so polite.” I loved that she knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to tell me. I’d fulfill every one of her fantasies. First, eating pussy. I licked a long line from her anus to her clit. “So fucking sweet.” I brought my thumb to her back pucker and massaged a slow circle over the tight ring of muscles as I flicked my tongue repeatedly over her clit.

“Oh,” she cried in wanton surprise.

“I think you deserve a reward after what you’ve been through today.”

She massaged my scalp with the fingers of both hands. “I thought there was