Free Wolf's Vengeance (After the Crash) by Maddy Barone Page A

lithe muscles that played in his back under her hands. His weight pressed against her front, sending desire to pool like warmed syrup between her legs. She struggled with the blanket to open her thighs so she could feel his weight press where she most wanted it.
    “Oh, Snake,” she breathed. “Oh, God, you feel good.”
    “This is paradise,” he said against her throat. He settled into the cradle of her parted thighs. “Complete paradise.”
    She couldn’t keep back a thin whimper, or keep from lifting her hips to press against him. Only the blanket and her panties separated them, and right now they were too much.
    “Let me see your breasts,” he begged.
    There was a faint glow of light at the barn door, but it didn’t reach this corner. “It’s too dark.”
    He tugged gently at the edge of the blanket over her chest. “Let me see.”
    Morning air kissed her breasts before his hands covered them, petting and lightly squeezing.
    “You’re so beautiful, Mel.” Snake’s voice sounded awed. “Do you like this?”
    He sucked the tip of one breast into his mouth while his hand played with the other. Mel couldn’t remember ever feeling quite like this. At first, Danny’s lovemaking was hesitant, almost uncertain, and even experience didn’t changed that. Had he not been so badly injured only weeks after their wedding, he might have become a confident lover. Rob was the opposite, too demanding to even consider her feelings. Snake was confident, but considerate too.
    “I love that,” she moaned. “I really, really love that.”
    “Then, you’ll like this too,” he began to say, his lips against her nipple, but he jerked his head up. “Mike’s coming.”
    “Damn!” She jerked the blanket back over her chest. “Where are my clothes?”
    He handed them to her. In the dark she fumbled to get dressed under the blankets. Her boots were still clammy from the rain last night. “Are you dressed?” she hissed at Snake.
    “Yep, but the breechcloth doesn’t sit quite right.”
    His tone was either mournful or rueful, or maybe a mix of them, and it jerked a smothered giggle from Mel. “Oh, dear.”
    “Here,” he said. “Take Alfie.”
    “What? Who?”
    “Alfie. Your pistol.”
    “Oh.” She felt new heat rise to join the flush of passion in her cheeks, and her fingers twitched in discomfort. “Ah, Snake, you know, um, I don’t really call my gun Alfie. I just made that up.”
    He clicked his tongue. “Lying to your devoted and loving husband? You shameless girl.”
    That pulled another surprised chortle out of her.
    “Here,” he said again. “Take Alfie. From now on, he is Alfie. I would help you buckle him on, but I’m still having a little trouble with the fit of my breechcloth, and I don’t want to poke you.”
    “Good lord!” Mel choked trying to keep her laugh back. Then, to tease him, she lowered her voice to a sultry whisper. “Maybe I’m looking forward to you poking me.”
    His swallow was audible. “You’re killing me, Mel. I’m going to have to let the wolf out to keep from embarrassing myself.”
    The barn door was shoved wide with a metallic squeal and light extended to their corner of the barn. She sent a quick glance down his body and saw the outline of a large erection in his breechcloth. Oh, boy. He dipped his head for a brief, and disappointingly chaste, kiss.
    “Tell Mike to head out right away. I’ll run ahead of you until I have things under control. Will you put my clothes in your saddlebag?”
    She nodded mutely, not giving in to modesty but watching him with forced casualness when he pulled moccasins and breechcloth off. The sight of his erection, thick and dark, flooded her with renewed lust. She let out a long breath when the air around him shimmered with heat, and the outline of a man melted into a wolf. The wolf whined at her before turning and trotting across the barn and out the door.
    “Oh, boy, Mel,” she muttered to herself, and began collecting the