Free A Handful of Wolf by Sofia Grey

and then grinned at her. “Carrying my gorgeous wife-to-be over the threshold. That’s right, isn’t it?”
    He completely disarmed her. “You should stop calling me that. People might get the wrong idea.” She tried to sound severe, but being held like this, clinging to him and so very close, it was all doing strange things to her insides.
    His eyes were gleaming again. “Hmm, I might like the sound of it.” Kiss . “I might lure you to my house,” kiss , “tempt you with my mother’s recipe collection,” kiss , “and persuade you to make an honest man of me.”
    Megan had to laugh. He couldn’t possibly be serious. Next thing, he dropped backward with her still in his arms. She squealed and clung tighter, gasping for breath as he bounced on the bed with her on top. She freed her arms and placed her hands either side of his head, kneeling over him. The laughter died in her throat at the intensity on his face. “Megan, Cariad , you’re sure about this?”
    “ Cariad ,” she whispered back. “That’s Welsh. What does it mean?”
    “The most beautiful girl in the world.”
    She knew it was a line, but she didn’t care. She’d wanted Sasha from that first kiss and she didn’t want to waste a minute. Sitting up, she wriggled to free the dress and then tugged it over her head, before dropping it at the end of the bed. She was glad she’d picked her lingerie with such care. The way Sasha’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open, she figured yeah, it had been worth it.
    *
    Megan ran her hands over the cups of the bra, pushing her breasts together. The coffee colored silk and lace suited her pale skin and little pearls caught the light and made it all shimmer. Her panties matched, what there was of them. Sasha was dumbstruck. Two tiny triangles of coffee silk were held together by lacy ribbons across her hips. One pull from his fingers and they’d come off. Jesus . For the first time in his life, he feared he’d come in his pants. He sucked in a breath, transfixed by the goddess before him.
    “You’re killin’ me here, Cariad .” He needed bare skin. He was totally overdressed. The T-shirt went first, hauled over his head, but he hesitated before unfastening his jeans. Slow it down, Sash. Treat her nicely, not like a booty call.
    “Do you have condoms?”
    “Yeah.” He breathed quickly through his nose, his wolf rolling in her scent. Caramel and spice…and arousal. Her nipples jutted and he saw a damp stain on her panties. She was beyond hot. Condoms, yeah . “In the drawer.” He hoped she’d take the hint and lean over him to get them.
    Sasha grabbed a pillow and stuffed it behind his back, so that he was more upright, then when Megan moved across him, he closed his mouth around her breast. He sucked hard through the delicate fabric of the bra and felt her stiffen, her back arching. “Sasha,” she gasped. He cupped her with one hand and stroked the other down her back, finding soft, velvety skin. He could feel her hands flailing for the drawer and decided to hold her a little longer. It took just moments to unfasten the bra and slide the straps down her arms. He released her just long enough to move the sodden bra and see her naked breasts.
    Rose pink nipples stood proud and swollen against the creamy globes. They were almost too pretty to touch, but he couldn’t resist. Shaping them with his hands and caressing the sides, he darted a lick at first one, then the other. She tensed in his arms. So responsive . Her scent intensified on another rush of arousal and Sasha closed his mouth around one breast, gorging on it. The taste of her skin exploded on his tongue in a dizzying cascade. Sweet and spicy, and unique, Megan fit him perfectly. He teased her nipple, sucking hard, then biting softly, before laving the sting away with his tongue. He could feast on these forever and not get bored. Megan writhed, moaning softly but he held her firm, his fingertips dancing along her spine.
    “Condom,”