Free The Scarred Heart (Wilde Creek#5) by R. E. Butler Page A

heart and begging him not to hurt her.
    His bear paced, wanting to both cuddle her and ravage her.  He hooked her panties with his fingers and slowly drew them down her legs, then picked up one foot and pulled her sock off.  Her toes were painted dark red.  He kissed her toes and her instep, and she laughed.  Taking the same care with her other foot, he ringed her ankles with his fingers and pushed gently, spreading her wide before him as her knees bent and her legs parted.  Her pussy was beautifully bare and glistening with arousal.  He moved his hands slowly up the outside of her legs, trailing patterns over her flesh until he’d touched every inch of her from ankle to thigh.  He bent and kissed her knees, alternating between her parted thighs as he kissed toward her center, loving the way she trembled as he drew near.  He inhaled, sorting through the scents that surrounded him and finding no trace of fear – just arousal and passion.
    He parted her pussy to expose the pearl of her clit and flicked his tongue over it.  He sucked on it lightly, flicking the tip with his tongue as her thighs tightened against his head.  Lifting from the bud, he moved his finger quickly, rubbing it just right as she gasped and writhed under him.  Her nipples pebbled tightly as her body flushed and she came, her back arching and her hands clawing at the blanket.
    He slipped his hands under her, cupping her butt and lifting her to his mouth, eager to taste her.  Her thighs slid over his shoulders as he tongued her core, lapping and licking, feasting on her as if she were the best thing he’d ever tasted, which she was.
    He slowly lowered her body to the bed, giving her cheeks a squeeze before wrapping one hand around her thigh and pushing it wide.  He stared down at her pussy as he slid two fingers into her hot, wet depths.  Her pussy hugged his fingers, and he grinned, casting a glance at her to find her eyes bright amber and her fangs peeking from her parted lips as she panted for breath.  She was completely aroused, her wolf riding high from her orgasm and her body primed for mating.  But he wasn’t done yet.  He wanted her to know he would always see to her pleasure first.
    He curled his fingers inside, stroking her soft walls, watching until her body tensed and she gasped.  He knew he’d found the place to make her fall apart.  Rubbing his fingers over that spot, he moved his other hand to her clit and began to rub the tight bud in time to his strokes inside, driving her swiftly toward the height of pleasure.  Her pussy creamed around his fingers.  She grabbed hold of his arm with both hands, her nails the dark color of her wolf’s claws as she dug them into his flesh and held on.
    Giving her everything he had, he concentrated on driving her to the edge and over.  When she came, she screamed his name so loudly that her voice cracked and tears leaked from her closed eyes.  He’d never seen anything more beautiful than his mate coming around his fingers.
    She grabbed his shoulders and tugged, and he let her pull him up her body.  She caged his hips with her legs as he planted his hands on either side of her head and gazed down at her.  He lowered his head and kissed the tears from her cheeks first and then her mouth.  Their lips parted and their tongues met, sliding and dancing together.  She tugged on his lower half with her legs, and he grinned, easing from her mouth and smiling down at her.
    “Make love to me, Row,” she said in a husky tone.
    He growled her name as he angled his hips and his dick nudged her pussy.  He kept his gaze locked to hers as he pushed inside the tight confines of her body.  He wanted to close his eyes and savor every inch that he claimed, but watching her eyes glaze over with passion and happiness was far better.  Sliding his arms under her as he thrust forward, he held her close while their bodies wed tightly and he buried himself to the hilt.  She crossed her ankles behind