Heart of the Wolf
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His fingers slid down her abdomen and then massaged her deeply, as if preparing her for his penetration, which she’d been damned ready for ever since she spied him at the zoo.
Again she arched against him, trying to force him to hurry. He throbbed against her and she fought biting him again to get him to oblige. “Devlyn,” she whimpered, bringing a devilish smile to his lips.
She growled in response. Two could play at this game. She attempted to work her hand between their moist bodies to his thickened length, but as soon as her fingers reached his navel, he grabbed her wrist, kissed her hand, and shook his head.
“Bad Bella.”
“Devlyn,” she groaned, the pleasurable ache of his actions killing her.
“If you touch me... “ His words trailed off and he worked his hand lower, tangling his fingers in her short curly hairs for a moment, and then dipped even lower.
But she didn’t want his fingers. She wanted his...
“Oh,” she moaned against his mouth when he kissed her hard and stroked her sensitive nub.
“Breathe, Bella,” he said, his tone of voice amused.
But she couldn’t breathe and feel the sensual strokes that filled her with a longing she clambered to reach... a peak of ecstasy that waited at the top, willing her onward.
Never had she thought being with him could feel like this. From their early days of nuzzling and playing, of nipping and biting, of his pinning her down, of her tackling him back... none of that had prepared her for the earth-shattering feelings he now stoked deep inside of her.
“Oh, Devlyn,” she whimpered against his mouth, loving the way he touched her, cared for her, wanted to make the sexual experience last for her. He’d searched for her for years — not to return her to Volan, but to have her like this.
His accomplished strokes sent streaks of pleasure rifling through her like electricity zinging through hot wires, running to the source but not quite tapping into it.
She murmured his name, half pleading with him to finish her off, half wanting it never to end. His actions stimulated every sexual nerve pathway at once and she moaned with deep satisfaction. Scaling the peak, her body trembled with spent passion, contractions rippling through her in an unending stream.
His eyes clouded over as he slowly bore into her. She hadn’t expected him to be so large, or that she’d be so small. But every bit of him felt so good. Entering her gradually, he stretched her to the limit, penetrating her inch by inch.
“Breathe, Bella,” he whispered against her ear, sending a trickle of heat down her spine. “Relax, or I’ll never make it to your special chambers.”
She breathed deeply, unclenching her pelvic muscles. He kissed her lips. “Much, much better.”
Before she could prepare herself, he thrust deep, breaking the membrane. She gasped, unable to contain her surprise at the sting that followed, like a hornet’s hot poker thrust into the skin.
“Are you all... “
She covered his lips with hers and thrust her tongue deep inside his mouth. With her arms secure around his back, she pushed her pelvis higher. No words now. She wanted his seed, his babies, all of him. No going back.
Rocking the SUV back and forth simulated a boat on stormy seas, their heated breaths fogging the vehicle’s windows.
His Bella. She was saccharine and tangy, the old Bella, playful and ornery, and the new Bella, just as fiery, just as fun, but filling a burning need now that Devlyn couldn’t have fulfilled when they were young. How he loved her, from her long shiny red curls to her perfectly trimmed toenails. Every inch of her soft, curvy, warm, and needy body.
Although he still longed to make it last, her hands stroked his back to the base of his spine, drawing him to the peak. Her tongue tangled with his, teasing and sucking. The way her body moved against his, deepening his thrusts, pushed him to the top before he could control himself.
His seed exploded deep inside her, and she spoke his name in a sultry, exhaustive way against his mouth, her body trembling with renewed orgasmic pleasure.
“Oh, Devlyn,” she moaned, her hands shifting from his hair to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, her body milking him of every last seed.
“I wanted you, Bella, always have,” he said and then encircled her nipple with his lips and sucked.
She ran her fingers through his hair. “I guess you kind of figured I had — “
Lifting his head, he raised his brows. “Loved me?”
“Had the hots for you. Couldn’t help myself. Once you kissed me — “
“I knew you’d never been kissed like that since.”
“You made it pretty hard for the competition, stud.”
Nestling his face against her cheek, he hoped beyond hope he’d not hurt her too much. He’d wanted the experience to be the most pleasurable one she’d ever had.
Then, he wished to repeat the encounter until they were old and gray. He settled on top of her, their bodies warm and wet and tired. But alive. He’d never been so loved, so cared for, so desired. He loved every bit of her, the wild side and the tame. The cautious and the adventurous. For choosing him, when she could have had so many others. “Are you all right — “
“Considering we’re trying to catch a red lupus garou killer and Volan will want to murder us both for what we’ve just done... yeah, I’m all right.”
He ran his fingers over her abdomen in a sensual caress, sparking a surge of renewed interest. “I didn’t hurt you too much?”
Realizing his sole concern rested on how he’d made her feel, not about other world events, Bella smiled. How could she have not recognized how wonderful he’d make her feel? How sensitive he could be?
She quickly squashed that reasoning. The dread of losing him in a confrontation with Volan had been all that had weakened her resolve to have Devlyn. She gritted her teeth, unable to shake the concern that Devlyn might still learn how someone had shot Volan and he died, the only way he could, from silver bullets. Well, snapping his neck would work, too, or drowning, but no way could she have killed him in either manner.
Taking a deep breath, she assured herself Devlyn would think the reds took care of Volan, not her. Nothing could have stopped her from taking the relationship she had with Devlyn to the max. They’d been destined to be together from the moment he’d saved her from the wildfire.
She kissed his lips and then sucked on his lower one and released.
“I always dreamed I’d have you for my own. But the dreams could never be this real, or this satisfying,” Devlyn said.
“Hmm, did you dream of making love to me when I was gone?”
“You wouldn’t believe how many times I thought I had you within my grasp, only to find my sheets wet, and no Bella.”
She laughed. “Well, the vehicle’s seat is wet this time, but you’ve got me to blame for it now.”
“I didn’t hurt you too much?” Devlyn repeated, his fingers stroking the curve of her hip with a much too sensual touch.
Already she greedily yearned to have him fill her again. “Only pleasure.” She wondered why she’d ever thought a human could ever be better than the lupus garou who loved her so tenderly.
He studied her face and gathered her in his arms. “Good. I was afraid when you wouldn’t breathe, I’d hurt you too much.”
“Are all grays so... big?”
He chuckled under his breath. “Bad Bella.”
She licked his salty chest, ready to show him how bad she could really be. How would it be to ride him this time? With her handling the joystick? How would it be to set the pace, to be in charge? could the big bad gray handle the red’s test?
“You’re not finished, are you?” She raised a brow in challenge.
He slid his hand down her thigh. “Does my mate want more?”
“All you can give me.”
“Let’s go inside. Turn on some music, dance au naturel, and take it from there.”
They carried their clothes into the house. As soon as they reached the living room, a solid rapping on the front door nearly gave her a heart attack.
The dreaded image came to mind of police officers standing on her front porch with warrants for her and Devlyn’s arrest...
Chapter Twelve
Both Devlyn and Bella scrambled for their clothes, but he had no intention of allowing his mate to face whatever danger waited at the front door. Wearing only his jeans, he stalked across the living room.
Bella whispered wildly, “Wait, damn it, Devlyn. Together!”
The sound of knocking at the back door surprised him further. With a quick look out the peephole of the front door, he saw another of their nightmares... not Volan, as he’d first assumed. But zoo man Thompson. Bella was still buttoning her dress when she headed for the front door, barefooted.
Devlyn said in a hushed growl, “Thompson.”
Her face lost all of its color.
A gentler knocking at the back door sounded again.
Devlyn motioned for her to stay put. In several long strides, he reached the back door. Peering out the side window, he frowned. “Your neighbor, Chrissie,” he whispered. He opened the door partway. “Yes?”
“Hurry, let me in.”
“Do it,” Bella said, her voice hushed, motioning for her to come in.
Chrissie hurried into the house and headed for the front door.
“What the — “ Devlyn said.
“Go,” chrissie waved at them to go down the hall. She considered his bare chest and smiled. “continue what you were doing. I’ll take care of the menace standing on your front doorstep.”
Bella stared at her and then looked at Devlyn. He joined her and pulled her down the hall and into her bedroom.
With the door slightly ajar and their sensitive hearing attuned, they waited while chrissie opened the front door. “Well, hello there,” she said in such a sexy voice, Devlyn chuckled under his breath.
Frowning, Bella poked him in the rib. The color hadn’t returned to her face and her eyes were still darker than normal.
“Are you Miss Bella Wilder?” Thompson asked. “Yep. What’s this all about? You a cop or something? Got a badge?” chrissie sounded as sugary sweet as could be.