Free Wolf's Ascension by Lauren Dane Page B

and simple. His tongue slid along hers, caressed the inside of her mouth, moving in and out in a mimicry of what she prayed he’d be delivering with his cock and, like, in thirty seconds. Sharp white teeth nipped at her bottom lip.
    He sat back up and she stared at him, dumbfounded and tingly all over. Taking one arm and then the other, he stretched them up above her head. “Keep these here.” He grabbed her wrists and held them in one hand, and a dark thrill rushed through her as he clasped her there. “I like the way your breasts are thrust up in this position.”
    He lay down beside her, his cock hard and pressing into her thigh, the heat of him burning into her through the material of both of their pants. It was a hot reminder of what would be between them.
    Still holding her wrists, he kissed down her neck and breathed in deeply at that sensitive spot where neck became shoulder. His tongue, hot and wet, licked over her pulse point and she gasped at the unexpected sensation that rocketed straight to her clit. She felt his mouth curve into a smile at her reaction.
    “I like your taste,” he murmured.
    Damn, the man was a lethal weapon.
    His free hand skated over her breasts and down her belly. His fingertips brushed the flesh of her stomach as she felt him unbutton and unzip her jeans. Oh dear god, yes! His hand slipped into the open vee of her pants, sliding down to cup her pussy. With a gasping moan she arched, utterly wanton. Desperate for more contact. At that moment, Kari was fairly sure she’d never wanted to come more in her entire life.
    Clever fingers delved between slick labia and through the folds of her cunt and she cried out at the intensity of the contact.
    “Damn it, you’re so fucking wet and hot,” he hissed, mashing the heel of his palm down over her mound and clit as two fingers slid up into her pussy.
    Kari writhed, wanting more, but his hand held her wrists and her jeans held her legs. A low moan broke from her as he began to finger her, pressing his palm over her clit at the same time.
    “So close already, little wolf? You don’t know what it does to me to feel your pussy fluttering and clenching around my fingers while you rain honey on my hand. Oh how I want to be fucking you right now.” His lips were at her ear as he spoke.
    Moving his mouth to her breasts, he sucked and bit her nipples through her sweatshirt as she rode his hand.
    Looking down her body, it was like seeing someone else, like a movie. This incredibly gorgeous, totally sexy man with his mouth on her breasts, one large hand inside her jeans as he fingered her pussy. Unreality slammed into her. The werewolf thing was nothing compared to this mystery woman moaning and getting off in the bed of a near-stranger.
    “Oh, Andreas, I...” Her words bled into a long, low, breathy, gasping moan as orgasm shot through her body, wringing out each and every cell.
    “Yes, little wolf, come for me now.” Andreas continued to work her with his fingers as she arched and pulled against his hold until she finally slumped back against the bed, sated and sleepy.
    “Now you,” she murmured, and reached for him.
    “Let’s lie here for a while,” he said, turning her and bringing her back into the curve of his body, where he slowly stroked her belly with his fingertips until she fell asleep.
    Taking one last look at her and tucking the blanket around her, he kissed her temple and quietly left the room.

Chapter Four
    Sitting in his study, Andreas stared out the window at the shimmering gray-blue water of the lake. The yawning emptiness he’d felt for the last two and a half decades had finally eased.
    The search for his other half had occupied so much of his existence that at times it’d felt like another person in his life.
    He was a commitment kind of man. He’d dated many women but only in the short term, because they weren’t his. Aside from a short period in college, he had been very discriminating. He tried to always make it