at the sensitive underside of her breast. Oh.
“I have you, lioness.” A rumble of sound, his hands strong and protective on her body. His jaw was dark with stubble and when he rubbed it against the kiss-wet flesh of her breasts, her thighs squeezed his hips with convulsive force.
“I can scent your arousal,” said the wolf who’d caught her, before he began to kiss his way down her abdomen. “Rich and dark, with a sweet bite.” He ran his tongue along the edge of her waistband, then pressed a kiss to her navel.
Undone by the tenderness, she wove her fingers into his hair. “Alexei.”
“Does it hurt, sweetheart?” A rub of his jaw against her skin before he sat up and put his hands on the curve of her waist. “Inside? Do you need?”
“Yes.” She petted any part of him she could reach. “I need you.”
Shuddering, he undid the button on her jeans, pulled down the zipper. He was tugging them off along with her panties seconds later. Cool air kissed her most intimate flesh. Throwing her clothes aside, Alexei looked at her with blunt appreciation . . . and unrestrained hunger.
Memory flushed.
A sudden movement and she found herself flipped so that she was on top, his hands stroking down to cup her lower curves. “No.” She pushed up enough to meet the amber of his gaze. “I want to be crushed by you.”
Claws brushing the bare curves of her buttocks. “Ground’s too rough for you.”
Memory reached out to drag her sweater and her jeans closer. “Put me on the clothes.” When it looked as if he was planning to argue, she kissed his throat while slowly moving her body against his; if she loved the friction, she had a feeling he would, too. “Alexei, I’m cold.”
Groaning, he shifted her onto her back again, careful to make sure she was on the clothes. Braced over her, he put one hand under her thigh, stroking up her flank until she got the message and locked her leg around his waist again. “I’m trying to look after you here.” It was a dark growl.
Memory rubbed the heel of her foot against the small of his back, her brain cells not firing on all cylinders by now. “You feel so big and hard against me.”
Eyes flashing, he came down on both forearms and kissed her again, all tongue and a wild affection that melted her. She wrapped her other leg around him, unembarrassed by the wetness between her thighs. He was a wolf, could scent it anyway—and he’d told her he liked it.
She kept trying to break the kiss so she could put her mouth on the rest of his body, but he wasn’t done with her mouth and his kiss was so delectable that she surrendered. When he slid his hand in between their perspiration-slicked forms to caress her between her thighs, she gasped in desperate gulps of air.
Sensation rolled over her in luxuriant waves that held a piquant edge.
The wave grew and grew . . . and crested without warning. “Alexei!” Her eyes blanked, her mind a haze of pleasure contained within her shields so it was private—invisible on the PsyNet.
Lifting heavy-lidded eyes in the aftermath, she saw a distinctly smug predatory changeling above her. “That was . . .” She stroked his chest, petted his forearms.
Lips curved, he bit lightly at her throat. Used to the way he played, she wove her fingers through his hair and smiled, her entire body languid. When he nudged at her with the thickness of his arousal, she uncurled her legs from around his hips to plant her feet on the earth, open and ready for him.
His claws sliced into the earth on either side of her head. Raising his face from her throat, he said, “Are you sure?” Rough words. “You only get one first time.”
Memory bit him on the shoulder. Hard.
His growl was thunder in his chest, but he made no move to harm her. Of course he didn’t. Because he was a wolf who protected, not hurt. “Who taught you to bite?” It was a grumble, his nose pressed to hers.
Delighted, Memory kissed him. “Come inside me, my gorgeous, strong wolf.”
Alexei pressed hard against her, the intimate friction of his erection parting her delicate flesh stealing her breath. Being so honest with her affectionate and admiring words also got her growling kisses on the throat and rough caresses of her breast with a possessive hand.
He didn’t ask her again if she was