Unconditional
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So very slowly, he leaned in until he brushed his lips against her jaw. “My beautiful wolf.”
“Hold that thought.” She levered from the bed, thinking her legs would still be weak like they were the last time she managed to stand. But they weren’t. In fact she felt pretty amazing all things considered. So she brushed her teeth, washed her face and took care of her business before she went back out to him, where he was also getting back between the sheets.
“Now, you should rest.” He tried to tuck her into his body but she squirmed to face him, kissing him square on the mouth.
“How long was I out?”
“About ten hours. It’s been two days since we landed in Boston.”
“Did you rest?”
“Yes. Not the whole time. Once you’re on the mend you won’t need to sleep more than four hours or so a night. I do like a nap during the day though.” He waggled his brows.
“Then neither of us needs to rest right now. I feel awesome. And really horny. I haven’t had werewolf sex yet. Um, not that I want to as a wolf, cause, well I’m not ready for that. But you know what I mean.”
He laughed, kissing her slow and sweet. “It can all wait. You’ll need to shift at some point. It’s a full moon in two days. The first shift is easiest then. Though with Cade here and being as powerful as he is and your maker, he might be able to—”
She shut Josh up by kissing him again while she struggled out of her pants and panties.
“I don’t want to wait.”
“You nearly died less than two days ago, damn it.”
She rolled over on top of him, moving to straddle his waist to pin him there while she whipped off her shirt. He hissed, his gaze roving over her body.
“I did almost die. I can remember it. Remember what it felt like as my life drained through my fingers like sand. I nearly lost you. Lost this.” She undulated herself against his cock. “I got a second chance. Well, I suppose you were my second chance, being alive? After being shot sixteen times? Well that’s some miracle stuff right there, and I can’t see any reason not to get you inside me right now. I want to live my life to the absolute fullest. One, because you’re my man and you look the way you do and you have some very important and impressive skills in bed, but also? Because Allie didn’t get a second chance. How can I not live every single moment, if for no other reason than I know most people don’t get that extra chance?”
“I don’t want to hurt you. You don’t understand.”
She pulled his shirt off and ran her hands all over the warmth of his skin.
“Don’t understand what?” She bent to lick over a nipple, and he moaned, gripping her shoulders. She pushed back, the thrill of that restraint sliding through her.
“If I hurt you I couldn’t live with myself. I want you so much I’m having trouble not shaking with it.”
She sat up and looked into his eyes. “If I can walk away after being shot, I can handle your cock.”
He rolled his eyes but allowed his hands to slide down her shoulders to her arms and hands. “You sure you’re all right?”
“Not if you won’t satisfy me sexually.” She pouted until he took her br**sts into his hands, squeezing her ni**les between his fingers.
“Look at me.”
His gaze flicked from her ni**les to her face. “No. I mean my body. The gunshot wounds are barely even pink now. My muscles aren’t even sore. I’m better than fine. Better than all right.”
“Are you unsatisfied then?” His gaze went hooded and it sent a thrill through her.
“Huh?” It was hard to think with his hands on her.
“You demanded I satisfy you sexually.”
“Oh that. Well get to it and I won’t be.”
He reached down and got rid of his pants—naturally he wore no underwear—and rolled his hips, sliding his c**k through her pu**y until she writhed.
“Thing is, I don’t think you’re ready yet.”
Gently, but quickly and with more practiced power than when she’d done it, he reversed their positions, and she was on her back as he loomed over her.
“I’m totally ready. I promise.”
He smiled at her with his predator smile, and it sent a shiver of delight through her. “Maybe I need to make you even more ready because I like to.”
He kissed her neck and she arched into his touch. “Okay then. That’s all right with me.”
He kissed his way down her throat, giving her the edge of his teeth and it was…different. Hotter. Her breath caught and her skin heated as it slid against his.
“Yes. I can scent you. Your skin warming, your cunt getting wet and soft for me.” He licked over her nipple and then bit the side, which seemed to be his favorite place. Shivers rolled through her and inside her, that other consciousness, her wolf, seemed to arch along with her.
His chuckle was wicked. “Now you know what it does when you bite me. When you mark me and I can see your mark on me the next day.”
Michelle raked her nails down his back and reveled in his hiss of pleasure/pain. She wanted to mark him in a way she couldn’t articulate. It was fun before, but now? Now she was driven to do it.
She reared up and bit his left biceps, high up, the meat of his muscle between her teeth. He snarled, but instead of pulling away, he pressed into her teeth, which hardened her ni**les.
This werewolf sex thing was working out pretty well so far, she had to say. “Yes, just like that, beautiful. Goddamn, you’re so f**king sexy.” His hands caressed every part of her he could reach as he licked and bit her ni**les until she grabbed his shoulders and shoved him down.