Free Alyssa's Wolves (Wolf Masters, Book 4) by Becca Jameson

leaned forward to devour his mate’s sweet mouth and lips. He pressed forward until Alyssa fell flat on her back, her head landing on his pillow, and her legs popping out of their pretzel.
    Angling his head, Michael took possession of his mate’s mouth. It wasn’t the soft, gentle, sweet kiss of two days ago that had mirrored the one from two years ago. No. This kiss was demanding and insistent. He needed to taste her, and he swept inside her with his tongue to reach every corner of her mouth and lips. He even sucked her tongue into his own mouth, swallowing the moan that escaped her as he did.
    God, the woman was going to be the death of him. She had no idea what her tiny little noises and wiggling did to him. His body landed half over her. He let one knee fall between her thighs and pushed back and forth in a subtle request for her to open her legs for him. At least he hoped it was subtle. He didn’t want to scare her, but he needed her so bad it hurt.
    His cock pulsed against her thigh as her legs fell open.
    She grasped his biceps and held on as though afraid she might fall through the center of the earth if she let go.
    When he finally let her breathe, it wasn’t to pull back. Michael nibbled a path across her cheek until he reached her ear. He grazed the lobe with his tongue and let his exhale go straight into the canal.
    Alyssa shook beneath him, the faintest of sounds slipping out of her mouth.
    Backtracking the same path, he kissed his way across her face to torture the other ear in the same fashion. His sexy mate tipped her head and arched her neck to give him better access. She most likely didn’t realize her actions, and he wasn’t about to tell her. He just took advantage and continued across her neck until he reached her shoulder.
    Michael had a death grip on the comforter beside her head, hoping if he held the blanket tight enough he could keep a check on himself and not reach forward to grasp her breast.
    Desperate for more, the new moan in the room was Michael’s.
    The sound must have brought Alyssa halfway back to the real world. “God, Michael.” Her words were barely a mumble. Her fingers dug into his arm, her nails nearly breaking the skin. Too bad he’d not worn long sleeves today. The T-shirt he had on did nothing to protect him from the crescent moon shapes she was branding into his skin.
    The woman had no idea, and Michael would gladly let her brand his entire body with her nails if it meant having her hands on him.
    “What the hell is happening to me?” Alyssa’s words spilled out on a long exhale.
    “We’re mates, baby. This is our bodies’ response to that call.”
    “I’m not even in control of my senses.” She pushed him off her with her clinging hand and looked him in the eye.
    “I hope not.” He smiled. “If you were, I’d be concerned.”
    “Is it always like this?”
    “Do you mean is sex always like this? No. Between mates, yes. But it’s my understanding it’s worse in the beginning. After a few weeks it will calm down a bit. The frenzy that is. The need to be inside each other day and night.”
    Alyssa gasped again. He knew he’d said a lot, shocked her, but she needed to know. This is what it was going to be like.
    “I’m torn.” She bit her lip, and Michael had to close his eyes at the onslaught of emotions that flared inside him. Why did women do that?
    “About what?” he muttered, resuming his nibbling back up her neck toward her mouth.
    “I’m not ready to let you claim me. I need more time. But you are making my body boil and squirm with an awareness I’ve never experienced.”
    Michael set his forehead against hers and smiled. “Thank God. I’d be worried if it were any other way.”
    “All my brain cells seem to have fled, and all my blood has headed … south.”
    She was so fucking sweet when she avoided crude words. He couldn’t help but tease her. “Your pussy is hot and wet and needy?”
    Alyssa gasped, but when she lifted her torso