Winter of the Wolf (36 page)

He intended to enjoy al of her. Many times.

Her hand touched his head tentatively, and, when her fingers tangled in his hair, the warmth that filed him wasn’t lust. Had he ever met a female so sweet?

Moving down her body, he kissed the curve of her waist, the roundness over her stomach, her smal belybutton. When his lips grazed over the top of her thigh, her leg quivered. He smiled against the warm skin and ran his tongue up the silken crease, then did the same on the other side. Her breathing quickened, but she didn’t move.

By now, a female in heat would order him to mount her.

Damned if he didn’t like this better.

He stripped the tiny underpants from her, ignoring her murmured protest. The crescent moon of new beginnings had set around midnight, and early dawn light shone through the window, glowing faintly on her skin. Her pale pink nipples matched her lips. Shielded by golden-white curls, her female parts glistened with arousal. He’d never seen anything so parts glistened with arousal. He’d never seen anything so pretty.

With her pussy uncovered, her scent drew him like a magnet. He breathed in the fragrance of her musk and blew out gently to ruffle the curly hair at the juncture of her thighs.

Her hips tilted up, then she closed her legs as if embarrassed by her response. Fuck, humans were strange.

He’d not permit her to shield herself from his gaze, his fingers, or his mouth.

He moved her knees apart and nipped her inner thigh in admonishment. Her muscles quivered under his teeth.

Kneeling between her legs, he grabbed the heavy cushions from the chair beside the bed. Setting his hand under her ass, he pushed both tal cushions under her hips.
Better
. Her pussy was not only tilted up so he could enjoy the sight and use his hands, but the position put her cunt even with his cock. He inhaled her heady fragrance and ran one finger through her swolen folds. Her sharp breath was like a fist on his shaft.

Shay had warned that she was stil learning about mating.

Teaching this little female about her own needs would be a pleasure.

With one hand, he puled her folds apart, exposing her fuly. Glistening and slick. His cock hardened to the point of pain. With a gentle finger, he slid her clit hood upward to display her pretty pink pearl. Stil trying to hide from him.

display her pretty pink pearl. Stil trying to hide from him.

How far could he get it to swel?

Heat roled over Bree in a wave of embarrassment and arousal. With huge cushions under her bottom, and her legs splayed to the sides, her private parts were totaly on display.

Her shoulders were lower than her hips, and blood rushed to her head.

Zeb’s ruthless fingers held her labia apart as he ran a finger around her entrance, then spread the slickness over her clit.

Slowly. She shuddered helplessly as his finger explored, rubbing and tugging her folds, sliding around her clit, circling her entrance.

Again. And again. Wetness trickled between her buttocks.

Her clit sweled, throbbing as he kept her open. She caught the gleam of his eyes and realized that as he touched her, he was watching her face as intently as any predator. “Zeb…”

“Shhh.” His finger tapped a reprimand just above her clit, and her whole body jolted.

Another slow circle. Her thighs quivered as the pressure inside her began to tighten.

He bent and his tongue licked her—so hot and soft and very different from his finger. She heard herself whimper when he circled, never quite…there. Her insides coiled with impatience, and her hips pushed up uncontrolably.

I’m ready. Want something inside
. She stroked his leg
I’m ready. Want something inside
. She stroked his leg with one foot, urging him to her.

“Uh-uh. This is my trail.” With a movement too fast to folow, he snatched her ankle and bit the arch of her foot.

“Ah!” Her whole leg jerked at the feel of his sharp teeth, and the light pain sent heat surging upward.

He set his big hand on her stomach, holding her down as he returned to her pussy. A slow slide up one side of her clit, flickering over the top, slowly down the other. Over and over, until the nub felt swolen and tight, like it might burst.

Her lower half ached with need.

He was
teasing
her. She’d never been tormented like this.

A whine escaped her. “Zeb,
please
.” His laugh, dark and low, was one she’d never heard before. “Little female, you taste too good to stop now.” He licked around her entrance and buried his tongue inside her.

“Aaah!” She squirmed as he thrust.

His hand pinned her in place. “You wil hold stil while I enjoy myself.”

As her clit throbbed, demanding more, he replaced his tongue with a finger, sliding into her slowly. The nerves inside her flared into life at the ruthless advance. In and out, then two fingers. Jeez. Everything contracted around the penetration, and her pussy flamed with sensation.

Without warning, he thrust hard, pumping his fingers, and her legs quivered on the cushion. Her hips tried to buck; he prevented it. The feeling of being held open, held down, not prevented it. The feeling of being held open, held down, not having any control over what he was doing should have scared her—only it seemed to make her hotter. She felt her insides drawing closer around his fingers as her whole focus turned to only one thing. One spot.

He lowered his head, and his mouth closed completely over her clit, enveloping it in moist heat.

Oh God. Her body tried to arch, and he pressed her flat even as his tongue rubbed insistently over the nub of nerves.

One stroke, another, she was so close, almost, almost there… Everything in her tightened. Her breathing stopped.

Then his lips pressed together, flattening her clit, and he sucked as his tongue savaged the top.

“Oooh, nooo.” Pleasure fountained upward, exploding through her body in long, hard waves of sensation as she spasmed around Zeb’s fingers. Waves of pleasure rippled outward, and her fingers tingled like Fourth of July sparklers.

His laugh held an open delight she’d never heard before.

Even as her shockwaves started to ease, he straightened. On his knees, he set one hand on her thigh.

And then she felt his erection at her entrance, teasingly sliding up and down her inner lips, wetting the head. He pressed harder inexorably, working in, stretching her. He was big and thick and much, much longer than his fingers.

Shocked at the intrusion, she whimpered. With her hips positioned high on the cushion, he filed her—too deep, too positioned high on the cushion, he filed her—too deep, too tight. She tried to pul away as her insides throbbed painfuly.

“Shhh, little female. Don’t move.” His hands gripped her hips, holding her to him.

As she gasped for breath, he leaned forward onto one hand, and she whined as the movement drove him farther in.

Taking her left hand, he kissed and nibbled her fingers, before placing her arm around his neck. He did the same with her right. As he nuzzled her neck and sucked on her earlobe, she felt her body relax around him. His dark forest scent soothed her. Excited her.

He lifted his head, trapping her gaze with his black eyes.

His hand closed over her breast, fondling. Then he pinched the nipple, and, as the bite of pleasure zinged through her, her vagina clenched around his cock.

Heated amusement filed his eyes. He switched to her other breast, slowly stroking, and then his rough fingers found the nipple. When he roled it between his fingertips, it sent a stream of sheer heat straight to her clit, to her pussy, and everything tightened again.

Involuntarily, her fingers tangled in his hair, so silky and long, and her hips tilted up.

He gave a growl of satisfaction, and he puled out, startling a cry from her, then another when he re-sheathed himself. He continued, increasing the pace until her breath sobbed from her. He was so deep within her, so hard. One of his arms her. He was so deep within her, so hard. One of his arms rubbed against her shoulder, like an iron post holding him up.

His other hand fondled her breasts, squeezing, gently puling on her nipples with each thrust until she could no longer keep track of the individual sensations. Al of her burned.

But she couldn’t quite… She needed to come. “Zeb,” she whispered.

He brushed a kiss across her lips. “Tel me.”

“Please. I can’t…” Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she surrendered, giving him the last remaining trace of control.

He rubbed his cheek against her. “Cariad, I’l take care of you.”

He pushed upright, weight on his knees, his cock stil deep inside her. His hands stroked down her stomach until they reached her sex. With her hips on the cushions, he could thrust into her from his kneeling position…and play with her pussy at the same time. Oh heavens.

His fingers found her slick, engorged clit and circled it feather light. Every nerve in her body jumped and sizzled, until the slide of his cock and touch of his finger merged into one exquisite unendurable sensation.

But before she could come, he roled them over on the bed. She was on top and blinked in surprise at the unaccustomed position.

Patiently, he arranged her legs so her knees were beside Patiently, he arranged her legs so her knees were beside his hips and she straddled him. Stil fuly inside her, in this position, he seemed even longer. Every movement sent shocks of heat through her.

Denied an orgasm, her clit burned painfuly, and she tilted to rub it against his pelvis. Oh yes, that was good. As she leaned forward, he took her breasts in his demanding hands.

His gaze was on her face, watching her reactions.

Each time he plucked her nipples, she contracted around him, and he growled in dark pleasure. Her breasts felt tight and hot, her clit matching, and she wiggled with ferocious urgency.

“Now, you wil move.” His hands gripped her hips firmly to lift her off his cock and pul her back down. He was so big inside her that each time she lowered herself on him, she gasped. He directed her movements until she settled into a good rhythm.

With one hand, he returned to fondling her breast, but his other hand slid down to her clit, stoking her hard nub each time she lowered.

More. She moved faster. Faster. Panting with urgency.

Her thighs quivered, destroying her balance, and she gripped his hard shoulders, digging her fingernails in. “Oh God, oh God.”

“Look at me, little female.”

Her gaze lifted to his smoldering eyes. He pinched her clit, Her gaze lifted to his smoldering eyes. He pinched her clit, as hard as he’d pinched her nipples, and everything inside her boiled over, spiling through her nerves and veins in hot pleasure. Her back arched as more waves hit.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured.

She blinked in surprise. Before she could speak, he gripped her hips, moving her up and down, taking his own pleasure. Her nerves shimmered with his hard thrusts. And then, he growled, low and deep, as he filed her with his liquid heat.

She held herself upright for a long moment, too satisfied to move, before her muscles gave way. As she flattened on top of him, she felt his heart thudding against her breasts.

He wrapped her hair around his hand and used it to tilt her face up so he could kiss her, long and slow and sweet.

The minute he released her, she lay her head on his shoulder, snuggled closer, and fel asleep, wrapped in the safety of his powerful arms.

* * *

When Bree woke again, bright sunlight streamed in the window. She must have slept like a rock. Yawning, she looked up.

Propped on one elbow, Zeb stared at her. His jaw was tight, his eyes flat and cold.

Her body went rigid. “What?”

Her body went rigid. “What?”

He ran his fingers over her shoulder, her arm, her leg, his gentleness a disconcerting contrast to the granite hardness of his face.

He’s touching my scars
.

His gaze returned to hers, and he ran a finger down her cheek. “You did nothing wrong, little female. But I would know what has done this to you. This time you wil answer me fuly.”

“I told you, it was an animal.” She started to sit up.

One big hand pinned her like a bug to the bed. “Because of your human modesty, Shay and I turn our eyes from your nakedness. But when you and Shay mated, he saw more closely and asked me to look.”

Oh-oh
.

“A grizzly bear might have a jaw this size,” he mused, looking at her shoulder. His black gaze rested on her much like his hand, trapping her. “Did a grizzly bear attack you?” She licked her dry lips. “No.”

“What sort of animal was it?” he asked ever so softly.

“A helhound.” She stared at the wal as shame enveloped her. She felt ugly, filthy. It had pushed inside her, had… “In Seattle, in my apartment.”

He curved his hand under her jaw, turning her face toward him. His palm was warm and as unyielding as his voice. “Tel me.”

me.”

The need to hide was strong, but he wouldn’t let her turn away. “It came through the glass door. I couldn’t stop it. My friend”—she puled in a ragged breath—“Ashley was there, and I tried to keep it from her, but the monster heard her opening the locks and it…”

Zeb made a noise, and the lines around his eyes deepened.

“She screamed and screamed, and it kiled her. T-tore her… There was blood. Her blood al over.”
It licked the
blood. Ashley lay so still, her gray eyes unblinking.

Wrong.
Zeb’s face blurred as tears filed Bree’s eyes.
The
creature turning into a man. Laughing
. “Th-that’s al.” Zeb’s warm hand curved around her nape, and he puled her against his chest. “Tel me the rest, Bree.” His voice was controled. No shock. No horror.

“I kicked it. Knifed it. Nothing worked. It bit me, dragged me back to the living room. I couldn’t get away.”
Its teeth
ripping into her—the pain.
“I screamed and nobody c-came.”

With a growl of sympathy, Zeb wrapped his arm around her waist.