Free Lyric's Accidental Mate (Iron Wolves MC 1 ~ Bite of the Moon) by Elle Boon Page B

his size.
    “Inside me this time, Rowan.”
    Rowan pumped his fingers, adding a third. “I need to make sure you’re ready.”
    She gripped his hair. “I passed ready a few minutes ago.”
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Chapter Five
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    L yric looked down at the man who appeared prepared to spend the rest of the night between her thighs. Lying on top of the white comforter, she thought of all the debauchery they were going to do and hoped Mrs. McCartney forgave her. His large fingers felt great inside her, stretching deliciously, but she wanted his big cock. She wondered if she should tell him she’d never been with a man before.
    “What about protection?” Rowan asked, swiping his tongue across her again.
    Fuck, how can the man think of practical things? “There are things you’ll learn. One, we aren’t susceptible to human diseases. Two, we are only fertile twice a year. You and every other wolf will know when a female is in heat. It’s very similar to other canines, only we don’t need a dozen wolves to service us. We are just able to get pregnant at that time. Now, can we proceed?”
    Heat lit his gorgeous eyes. “We will revisit this conversation later.”
    She liked his possessive attitude. The way his words rumbled against her was another sensation in itself. “Okay, so will you fuck me now?”
    “You are so going to get your ass spanked.” He growled.
    “Promises, promises.” She squeezed her inner muscles around his fingers, hoping it would get him to move up her body. His eyes flashed from black to blue, and she feared she’d pushed him too far.
    “Up,” he ordered, removing his fingers and body from hers. She felt herself being lifted and the coverlet being tossed to the foot of the bed. “Lie in the middle, and don’t touch yourself.”
    Wow. Rowan was a totally demanding lover. She had never had a man, or wolf, tell her what to do like he was, but found she loved it. She’d never had a lover, so maybe they all did this. Somehow she doubted they all were like Rowan.
    Watching him strip off his shirt, she was amazed at the flex and play of muscles. He tossed the flannel to the side then lifted his arms and pulled the undershirt over his head from behind. She loved how guys did that, the way they crossed their arms and effortlessly did the task was sexy as all get out. His jeans came next, and, with a tug, he pulled the sides apart. Gasping as his cock sprang free, Lyric licked her lips, imagining wrapping them around the mushroom-shaped head.
    “Don’t do that or I’ll come all over your tits and then you’ll have to go get clean and I’ll have to start all over.”
    “That doesn’t sound like a threat to me.”
    He groaned. “You’re going to fucking kill me. Maybe your brother should’ve locked you away.”
    Lyric grabbed her breasts and tweaked her nipples. “What fun would that have been?”
    Rowan’s grip on his dick looked painful, but he placed one knee on the bed and then the other. “Darlin’, I’m beginning to think I didn’t know the meaning of fun before you.”
    His words sent warmth through her.
    He settled on top of her, and she shifted her legs farther apart, raising them to rest against the back of his thighs.
    Rowan held himself up on his elbows, looking down on her with a strange expression.
    “What are you looking for?” she asked.
    With a shake of his head, he brought his mouth down to hers. Lyric had been kissed before. Many times, but none had ever felt like a claiming the way Rowan’s kiss did. He turned his head and changed the angle of the kiss, sucking her lower lip into his mouth, and then did the same to the top. Good, lawd, the man was making love to her mouth.
    He shifted, and she felt his cockhead brush against her pussy. She thought he was going to push into her, had hoped he would, but the diabolical man had other plans of torture. He continued to kiss her as if he had all the time in the world, rubbing her pussy with his