cock that strained against his jeans. His head snapped forward and he watched with hooded eyes as my hands found the button of his jeans. Smiling, I flicked it open, and he helped me push his jeans down. His cock sprung free and I leaned back enough to peer down at his perfect erection.
He gave a mumbled, “Fuck,” as I took him in my hand, sliding my fist slowly up and down. Feeling the pulses as he thickened under my touch made the silken steel of him irresistible.
Gods, I needed him inside me, more than I’d ever needed anyone before. Dampness seeped from my core at the sight of him in my hand.
“Stand up.” It was a breathless order.
“No, I want to be inside you.”
“You will, but I want to taste you first.” I stroked him a few more times and, just to torture him, leaned forward and ran my tongue, then my teeth across his nipple, never stopping the slow, yet firm motion of my hand on his cock.
The long column of his throat bobbed, and his nostrils flared, his breathing laboured—but he gently stilled my hand, and stood, taking the remainder of his clothes off. His whole body was a coiled mass of power as he stood in front of me, utterly naked, and breathtakingly beautiful.
I smiled up at him, my heart pounding. Being with Connor was nothing like the other lovers I’d had. This was the first time I’d ever knelt in front of a man like this. I’d never been willing to be in this vulnerable a position with anyone else. But right, now, with Connor, I wasn’t vulnerable, I was powerful. There was a look of raw need on his face that handed all the power to me. I curled my fingers back around his huge erection and squeezed his length, and he pulsed in my hand. I held his hooded gaze as I flicked out my tongue, teasing the tip of his cock, tasting the drop of salty pre-cum that leaked out. Moaning, I tasted him again, keeping my eyes locked with his lust filled eyes. Gods, his taste, his scent were flooding my senses—and I needed more. Already I was addicted. Unwilling to wait, I slid my lips around him and sucked him slowly into my mouth until his tip hit my throat.
His groan was long and tortured, an erotic sound that sent shivers across my skin and moisture pooling between my legs. I settled into a steady rhythm, sucking, and teasing with my tongue, allowing my teeth to graze his sensitive skin. Faster and harder I moved, until above me, his body trembled. His hands wound themselves in my hair, his hips finding a rhythm with my mouth, and still he let me lead…
He groaned. “Ember…Stop…” And he tightened his grip on my hair and pulled me away. His face was flushed as he looked down, his eyes dark with a raw need that I mirrored. His rock-hard muscles were clenched so tightly his body looked like it was carved from granite.
In a move quicker than I could process, he lifted me from the ground and deposited me on the metal table. He yanked off my shoes, not bothering with the laces before he pulled my jeans and panties from my body, desperation in his movements. I leaned back on my elbows, watching him, the metal cold and hard under my legs and buttocks.
He devoured me with his eyes, his wolf seeping into his gaze. My own stirred and looked right back at him, weighing him up. Connor pushed his wolf away, his eyes blue and intense and burning into my soul. “My turn to taste.” I shuddered as he dropped to his knees.
At the first touch of his tongue, I thought I might combust. My head rolled back and I arched into him, my hips tilting up into his ministrations. He laid one arm across my hips keeping me anchored, holding me still. “Gods, you’re so wet for me, Em.” He flattened his tongue and took another long slow lick. “I’ve never tasted anything so good. I want more, and you’re going to give it to me.” He slowly circled the bundle of nerves that was my clit. Mother Wolf! I groaned as need ignited in me. I was going to explode! “Again.” Sinfully, he flicked and circled. I cried out. “And again.” He was so back in control, playing my body like he already knew every inch of me, and