Free To Catch His Mate (Crescent Moon Series Book 5) by Savannah Stuart, Katie Reus Page A

feel self-conscious. Light from the nearly full moon streamed in the wide open windows, illuminating the room clearly. He was poised at the edge of the bed, his chest rising and falling as he looked down at her. He was, unfortunately, still dressed, but the hunger on his face was enough to make her burst into flames.
    “Your clothes, off too.” She could barely get the words out let alone form a coherent sentence.
    She wanted that skin to skin contact, had been fantasizing about it since practically the moment they’d met.
    Without a word, he started a slow strip, unbuttoning his long-sleeved shirt with a deliberateness that drove her insane.
    She propped up on her elbows, watching him intently. When she shifted against the sheets, her breasts pushed up farther, not escaping his heated gaze. His fingers paused once on a middle button, then he finished. She sucked in a breath as he let his shirt fall. Everything about him was pure, raw, masculine power.
    Her gaze tracked over the cut lines and striations of his muscles, his eight pack. Shoving up from her position, she went up on her knees and reached for him. She grabbed his waist and before she could tug him to her, he was on her, his huge body covering hers on the bed.
    She savored the feel of her hard nipples brushing against his chest as she arched into him. This was what she’d been craving. When she shuddered, groaning into his mouth, he pulled away.
    “I want to taste all of you,” he murmured, feathering kisses along her jaw.
    She ran her fingers over his skull, through his short dark hair as he carved a path down to her neck, then breasts. When he sucked on a nipple, hard, she cried out in pleasure.
    “I scent you and I get hard,” he continued, cupping her other breast, teasing and rolling her nipple.
    She wasn’t sure how he could talk right now, but his words had the intended effect on her. Another wave of heat built between her legs. Unfortunately he still had his pants on, but they would remedy that soon enough.
    “I wanted to throw you over my shoulder and take you back to my place the moment we met, your scent was that sexy.” He looked up the length of her body then, his mouth hovering right over her navel.
    Words and emotions caught in her throat. That was the hottest thing anyone had ever said to her. Because he was speaking the truth. She’d fallen for this male so hard. He’d come down to Orange Beach for her and she knew he wanted her, liked her, but he hadn’t said anything else about mating. She wondered…no, she wasn’t going to worry about that right now.
    “I never truly understood the mating call or how primal our ancestors were until that moment.” His wolf flashed in his eyes, wild and heated. “For the record, I wouldn’t have cared if you hadn’t been a virgin, but…I like knowing I’ll be your first. Your last ,” he growled possessively before he bent his head and kissed a path straight to the juncture between her thighs.
    Still reeling from his words, she cried out the moment his tongue flicked over her clit. She’d stroked herself to orgasm before, and so had he, but this was a new sensation. It was better—the understatement of the century. He growled as she moaned out his name, the vibration of it making her roll her hips against his face.
    “Reece,” she groaned as his wicked tongue teased and flicked over her sensitive bundle of nerves. It was too much and not enough. She needed…more. She felt almost empty, aching.
    As if reading her mind, he slid a finger inside her slick folds, gently stroking her as his tongue continued that beautiful torture she couldn’t get enough of.
    When he slid another finger inside her, she clawed at the bed. “Reece.” His name was apparently all she could manage to say.
    Oh so slowly, he began moving his fingers inside her, in and out, with a perfect rhythm. Her inner walls clenched around him tighter and tighter. The faster he started to move, the harder it was for her to