Free A Handful of Wolf by Sofia Grey Page B

What he really wanted was to flip her over, drive into her and place his mark on her neck. His claiming mark . His wolf roared to bite her. Take her. Mine . He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. Don’t fuck this up. Why had nobody ever told him how it was different with your Mate? This wasn’t just sex.
    Her knees trembled and he pulled her forward to lean against his chest, taking her lips at the same time. Caramel and spice surrounded him, tying him in knots. He wanted to learn her body, the way she liked to be touched, what made her moan and what made her scream, but there was time for that. Right now, it was all about need and controlling the hunger that rampaged through him. His cock was on the verge of going nuclear and his balls ached, but he’d satisfy his Mate before he finished.
    She broke the kiss to whisper against his lips. He didn’t catch it at first. “Baby, I’m close. So close.” He slid one hand up the inside of her thigh and stroked her where they were joined. She bucked and tensed, and undeterred, he touched higher. Her clit felt hard and as soon as he caressed it, she jerked and moaned. Seeking her lips, he stroked her clit once more, and then pinched it firmly between finger and thumb. Megan squealed, spasms wracking her body.
    “That’s it, baby, come for me now.” He pressed an open mouthed kiss on her throat as she pitched headlong into her orgasm. Christ. His dick felt amazing before, but now, with her insides racked by her climax, he thought he might just die of pleasure. He’d be rendered insensible at the very least. Instinct surged and he grazed his teeth over the tender skin over her collarbone. Her moan of pleasure vibrated through him. Another drawn out tremor that squeezed his cock flipped him over the edge and with a muffled shout, he came, shooting his load so hard he was surprised he still had his balls afterward.
    He needed to hold her. After disposing of the condom he settled on his back with Megan tucked into his side, her hair tickling his throat and one hand linked with his.
    He wanted to leap up and punch the air, the high like nothing ever before. Mine , rumbled his wolf, totally sated for once. There was just the small matter of the whole I’m-a-wolf thing to talk about, but hey. She loved wolves. She dreamed of frickin’ wolves, for Chrissake. She’d be fine, once she got over the initial surprise. He stretched and then tucked one arm around her shoulders, holding her close, skin to skin. Would he tell her here? Or take her home to Snowdonia and break the news to her there?
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    Megan normally couldn’t wait to get dressed and make a rapid exit, but this time, just this once, she would indulge a little longer.
    “I’ve never met anyone quite like you before.” I never knew it could be so good. She traced her index finger across his chest and drew a little circle. “How are you finding New Zealand?”
    Sleepy lidded eyes gleamed at her. “I like it. I’d wanted to travel for a while and this just felt right. I landed in Wellington on a warm October day last year and I’ve been here since.” He gave her a squeeze and nuzzled her throat. “And you? Have you always lived here?”
    “Uh-huh. When I graduated I did my backpacking-round-Europe trip, but that’s all, apart from holidays and such.” She lifted her head and pressed a sleepy kiss against his lips. “I went to visit Wales, by the way. I wanted to see where Gran came from.”
    “Where did you go?”
    “She grew up near Cardiff, but came from Bangor originally. Is that anywhere near your home?”
    “Not far. What did you think of it?” There was a curious look on his face, as though her answer was important and not just idle pillow talk.
    “I loved it. I felt quite at home.” Did he look relieved? “It’s not too different to some of the scenery here. Do you get homesick at all?”
    He opened his mouth to reply just as a cell phone chirruped.
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    Sasha recognized the ringtone as an