Free Scout: Reckless Desires (Norseton Wolves Book 7) by Holley Trent Page A

responsibilities on occasion.
    “The question isn’t whether or not I want to,” he said. “It’s should I?”
    “I’m asking you to.”
    “Why, Petra? If you’d had the chance yesterday, you would have mauled me.”
    “Can’t a girl change her mind?” She slid her knee into the crease between his thigh and balls and wriggled it gently.
    His Adam’s apple bobbed with his loud swallow, and his breathing sped. Not with fear—she knew the sound of fear—but of indecisiveness.
    “You want me,” she said. “Why’s that so bad? You’re not going to break me.”
    “I’m not worried about breaking you. If a tree and truck couldn’t do the job, I doubt I could. Besides, there are rules in civilized societies, Petra. I shouldn’t touch you.”
    “I’m not civilized. I’m a werewolf.”
    Careful, the lady part of her warned the wolf.
    That kind of talk was how her mother had run her father off. Her mother had been proud of what she was and hadn’t wanted to tamp down her fearsomeness for anyone , including the man she’d chosen to mate with.
    “Take me or leave me,” she’d said.
    He’d left.
    Petra didn’t want Paul to leave. She didn’t know why, but she wanted to keep him.
    “I want to make sure you’re thinking clearly,” Paul said. “That the medication isn’t making you loopy and that you’re thinking beyond instant gratification to consequences.”
    “What could happen?”
    “You tell me.”
    “Nothing’s gonna happen.”
    “You sure about that?”
    Of course not. She was lying through her teeth.
    The lady part of Petra didn’t understand the wolf’s motives, but she was going along for the ride just the same.
    She leaned up and skimmed her lips along the stubble on his jaw, breathing in his crisp, male scent. Breathing in his warmth, his magic that she didn’t understand. She wanted to know all about his magic—everything about him, period .
    She’d never had a man to keep before, and figured she should know something about him.
    “I’m a grown woman,” she said.
    He glided tickling fingertips up her ribs and spanned his large hand beneath her breast. “I haven’t forgotten.”
    He pressed down on her nipple with his thumb, and little jolts of electricity coursed through her battered body.
    Whoa.
    “You act like I can’t see you—like I could be so cold that I’d ignore what was right in front of me, but you’re impossible to ignore, Petra.”
    “Act like I am, then. Don’t just tell me. Show me.”
    She lay back again and pulled him down with her, pressing his face to his chest, insinuating her breast near his smart mouth.
    “Do something besides talk, Doc.”
    His scoff became a lick. Just a quick flick at first, but then he broadened his tongue and laved beneath the lower swell of her breast. Tickling and teasing. Then more pressure as he crested the top, pleasurable and tantalizing.
    She felt as though he’d found the exact right button to push to send all her blood rushing from her head southward. It was hard and brown, and he was scoring it between his teeth, not once taking that daring gaze off her.
    “ Fuck .”
    She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands or her limbs, and the wolf wasn’t too sure, either.
    In the wolf’s estimation, she’d done her part. She’d gotten the man on top of her and his mouth near her heart, and the rest was up to Petra.
    But what’s the rest?
    He moved his other hand gently up her other side and cupped that breast, too. He pushed them together and licked from one nipple to the other.
    Her breath escaped as another surge of blood pounded between her legs and wetness pooled at the tops of her thighs.
    Touch him, too .
    She didn’t know what to touch. Had no idea what a man found erogenous besides the obvious area, but she wasn’t about to go there. As randy as she was feeling, her body was broken in enough places that she didn’t think either of them would have a good time. But she could still touch.
    Touch what you