Her Wanted Wolf (24 page)

In tense anticipation, she waited for him to push away his pants and
thrust into her. Drew shook his head and rolled over on to his side, taking her
with him.

Facing her, he murmured in a strangled groan, “You’re nowhere near ready
for me.” Drew lifted one of her legs and set it on his hip. “We need you
moister, to ease my way. More aroused, that you will welcome me, even if there
is a little discomfort.” His agile fingers parted the folds of her vagina. “Why
don’t you let me play with your pretty pussy a bit?”

Sabine blushed at his crude euphemism.

“Don’t you use that word?” he taunted.

“Even uncouth Silverwolves are aware of it.” She curled her lip
remembering Jules’s insult.

“Let’s see about that. How about, cunt?” She glared at him, “No, too
crude?” He deliberately misinterpreted the reason behind her glower. “How
about…cleft, slit, road to paradise?” Sabine undulated, in response to his
caresses. “Hmm, I do believe you’re getting wetter. You love to hear the
words.”

“I don’t know where you got that idea from.” Heat spread across her cheek
to her consternation.

“Okay, let’s disprove my theory.” He leaned forward and whispered in her
ear. “First, I’m going to slide my fingers up and down the furrow of your pussy
to get you ready for me.” Drew mimicked his words with the action. “Then I’m
going to play with your little pearl.” He brushed the callused pad of his thumb
over her clitoris.

“Or shall we call it a clit, a personal favorite of mine,” Drew informed
her hoarsely. She was glad she wasn’t the only one affected.

Sabine felt the bud at the apex of her labia emerge from its hood under
his coaxing. Drew milked moisture from her with the unhurried play of his
fingertips over the nerve-rich tissues. The slow insertion of his finger into
her was delicious. He added a second digit, and her muscles clamped down on
them greedily. Inch by inch, he worked his fingers into her, each inward stroke
more pleasurable than the last. Readying her passage for him, he flexed his
fingers in a scissor like motion.

“I think you’ll like it if I wedge my cock where my fingers are.” He
removed his fingers, pushed down his waistband, and nudged the swollen head of
his member between the folds of her vagina. He slid it along the length of her
cleft, in slow taunting increments. “When you’re wet enough to take me inside
you, I’m going to sink it into you to the hilt.”

A gush of fluid erupted from her to coat the knob pressed into her
yielding tissues.

All she could do was close her eyes and moan.

It took a lot of effort, but she gathered her scattered thoughts and
managed to croak out, “I think you’ve made your point.”

“Oh yes I did.” He affirmed with a strangled groan.

She gripped his upper arms convulsively.

Sabine buried her face into his bare chest and drew in the musky scent of
him. Her calf tensed on Drew’s hip and pulled him closer. “Please, you have to
do something.”

“Do you rush head first into everything? You know foreplay should be
enjoyed, drawn out to heighten the experience.”

Drew traced the outline of her lower lip with his tongue and he bit down
on it. The sharp nip pushed her to the edge of a desperation she couldn’t
comprehend. Sabine’s body quaked and a sweet ache eddied out from the spot
where Drew caressed as bliss rippled through her body.

Sabine pulled at Drew’s shoulders. “If you don’t take me now, I
swear…I’ll take you.”

Drew reached down and touched the spot where their genitals were
connected. He dipped his fingers into the fluids pooled around the tip of his
shaft. “Ahh yes, I do believe you’re wet, aching, and ready for me.”

“You knew very well what you’re doing to me and what the end results
would be,” Sabine snarled at him. If he didn’t do something to douse the fire
he built in her soon, she’d injure him permanently.

Drew grabbed a pillow, hiked up her hips and slid it under her bottom.
“Well, you’re ready now aren’t you, so needy all you can think of is me,
sliding into you. That’s what I was waiting for.” Drew shoved his pants down
his legs. He couldn’t kick them off fast enough. In his haste, they tangled
around his ankles. Drew let out a string of curses, ripping the garment to free
himself.

At least she wasn’t the only one eager to consummate their union.

He hung over her on his hands and knees. “I’ve exercised the patience of
Job waiting for this moment. Now you are mine to take.”

His muscled thighs brushed the quivering tendons in her inner thighs and
a ripple of edgy need coiled in the center of her core.

The harsh sound of their combined pants reverberated through the room.
Sabine spread her legs wider. Seeing her provocative pose, Drew’s hips flexed,
his lance dipped and swayed, influenced by its heaviness and rigidity.

She took hold of him and nestled his manhood on her palm. Its weight
delighted her. Hot and inflexible, she knew it would assuage the need he’d
brought to life deep within her.

Raised veins stood out under the taut skin encasing his shaft. The knob was
dampened with translucent fluid, seeping from the small slit atop it, making
the texture of the crown satiny and slick under her fingers.

Drew wrapped his hand around hers and tilted his pelvis forward. Together
they guided his cock between her labia and set the glistening head at her
virginal entrance.

“Tell me to take you again.” He flexed his hips. The head of his shaft
slid up and down her cleft.

He’d want the words welcoming him into her and she didn’t blame him.
She’d been a bag of contradictions, blowing hot and cold. Well she was an
inferno now. “Mate with me, Drew,” she said formally. Her request held a hint
of primness, something Sabine didn’t feel.

Sabine wrapped her arms around his torso, pulled him on her, and eased
her hips up. The snug ring of muscles at her opening pulsed against the tip of
his cock.

The masculine wolfish grin on Drew’s face was all were.

Drew pressed forward with shallow thrusts. He retreated in barely
perceptible increments, to delve deeper. The silky smoothness of his cock slid
with greater ease into her with each lunge, soothed and aroused her more with
each short thrust. She got her first taste of why men and women risked life and
limb to gorge themselves on the pleasures found in a lover’s arms.

Throwing his head back, Drew growled through gritted teeth, “Fuck it, I
can’t hold on for much longer. Either way this is going to hurt.”

Drawing out, he lunged back into her, breaching her maidenhead. Sabine
twisted to get away from the sharp stab of pain, but Drew held her in place.

The stretching and the awareness of being filled by the forward-moving
bulk elicited a high-pitched shriek from Sabine. She shot an admonishing glare
up into the strained face of her mate. How could something feel so blissful one
moment and excruciating the next?

“Easy, the worst is over now.” Drew’s member rested deep inside her,
throbbing with virile power.

The soreness receded and her awareness of his feathery pubic hair grazing
over her clitoris and her labial folds grew.

Drew ground his pubic bone against hers and rocked his hips from side to
side. “Better?” He sank further into her. The weight of his sac rested heavily
on her butt.

“Yes, it’s much better.” Involuntarily, Sabine heaved her hips up.
Tremors ran in never ending ripples through her lax legs resting on either side
of his hips.

Sabine gasped and slid her hands under his arms. She spread one hand on
the bunched tendons below his shoulder and the other on the small of his back.

Drew paused for a second, reared his pelvis back and plunged inward.

Her channel gripped him with undulating spasms, in ever-tightening
circles.

His eyes focused on her face, he asked softly, “Are you in any pain?

Sabine shook her head.

No, she wasn’t, not anymore. She wrapped her arms and legs around him.
Unable to speak, she lifted her hips to meet Drew’s pelvis. It was the most
natural thing in the world to do. She followed her inclination and flexed her
hips in the same flowing motion as his. Together they set a rhythm. It gave her
such a depth of pleasure to meet him thrust for thrust.

Drew sent the distended head of his cock into her snug sheath with long
slow lunges. Her spasming flesh clung to him, milking and secreting cream,
which eased the way for the next stroke. On each retreat, the muscles within
her contracted and pulsed craving his return. Every time, he gave her what she
needed and surged back into her.

She’d never conceived that her body and mind could be this wrapped up in
giving and receiving pleasure.

He raked the edge of his teeth over her jaw line and covered the spot
under her earlobe with his open mouth. The moist heat combined with slow swipes
of his rough tongue pulled a husky moan from her. He worked his way down to the
area where he’d place his mate’s mark and she shuddered. She’d always remember
the heat and fervent suction of his mouth there. He’d marked her in his own
way.

She writhed when he clamped his mouth over the sensitive knot of nerves
in the side of her neck and suckled rapaciously. Neither the rhythmic pistoning
of his hips nor the suction on the crook of her neck wavered, and she shuddered
under his double assault.

Every sinew and nerve in Sabine tautened with a wrenching bliss; her
orgasm rolled over her in explosive bursts. “Drew!”

Back arched, with every muscle straining, Drew planted his cock into her
depths, and his seed jetted into her. The fluid spurts pulled her body taut and
had her shuddering all at once. Her senses swam in a cloud of blinding ecstasy,
which obliterated everything around her but Drew. All she was aware of was his
scent, the heat of his mouth on her neck and the mass of his lance spearing
into her with short jerky lunges.

The rapture of their first shared orgasm hit her with delirious
voluptuousness. Drew delivered on his promise and everything in her sang.

Chapter Eighteen

Sabine let out a sigh and stretched languidly. Every muscle in her body
hummed with the sweet aches brought on by total repletion. She grinned and
figuratively hugged the wonder of Drew’s lovemaking to her chest. She’d always
believed a woman knew how much stimulation her skin, breasts and clitoris
needed to bring her to acute state of arousal.

The orgasms she’d achieved on her own paled in comparison to the
brilliant bursts of pleasure she’d found in her mate’s arms.
Drew—
Sabine
purred his name in her mind like an invocation. He’d certainly made her body
sing, as he’d promised.

She’d drifted off into a light doze after he’d introduced her to the joys
of being made love to by a man, by him. Drew seduced her from slumber to alert
neediness with his mouth on her breast.

She loved the possessive, voracious way he suckled on her nipples. Drew
had taken his own sweet time to excite and torment her to the brink of
mindlessness. Using his long raspy tongue to lap at every inch of her body, he
sensitized her to his lightest touch, until she quivered under him like a bird
in shock.

Sabine submerged herself in the new sensations Drew awakened with each
flick and swipe. It was better than any adrenaline-driven hunt, when
all
her perceptions were at their most acute.

He welcomed her exploratory caresses, quivered under her touch when she
discovered the places on his body that heightened his arousal. She’d taken him
into her and he’d howled out in pleasure, calling her name over and over again.

She did that to him and for him. The feminine pride she felt in achieving
that widened her grin. Why was she so proud of that? Deep down she wanted to be
more to him than Christa had been, though she’d never admit it aloud.

What they shared suddenly felt like a bear-trap, which had snapped shut.
It was going to be hellish to free herself from its hold. She wanted his mark
on her and that need was not something that was going to go away. It would
grow.

“I can almost hear your mind whirling from over here. You’re going to
find ways to complicate what we shared, aren’t you?” Drew’s sleep-roughened
voice rumbled above her head.

Sabine turned over to face him. Streaks of the late afternoon sunlight
filtered through the shaded windows to cast a corona around him. Drew’s
disheveled hair framed his lean face. His warm brown eyes studied her.

“It’s already a thorny mess,” she whispered uncertainly.

Drew slid across the mattress, levered himself up to stare down at her. “Only
if you allow it to be. We have enough to contend with without you erecting an
unnecessary barrier between us. Relax. Everything will fall into place. I have
a plan.” He slung one muscled thigh over her hips, trapping her.

“And I suppose you have a plan for everything.” Her pulse jumped when
Drew slid his wide palm across her stomach.

“Just about.” He nuzzled her neck and she arched into him. “All I’m
saying is, enjoy this respite. When the shit hits the fan we’re going to hunt
the Redmavens until this is over.” He moved his finger down the bridge of her
nose to tap the tip. “For someone who professes to be more in tune with the
wolf side of her psyche, you analyze everything like a human.”

“I’ve never had these kinds of problems before, and you seem to make
everything more complicated.” She huffed out a heavy sigh and glowered at him.
“You never mentioned that your pack was so large.”

An unapologetic grin spread across his face. “I didn’t want to scare you
off. They’re a good pack, Sabine, they’ll welcome you,” Drew suggested gently.
“Accept what is offered freely, a strong clan that will help you to preserve
your heritage. It might help if you try to forget some of those rigid rules
you’ve lived by.”