Free The Werewolf’s Bride: The Pack Rules #1 by Michele Bardsley Page B

protruding from its sheath. I drew one fingertip around the veiny flesh, marveling at its strange elegance. It was almost as though I was examining artwork I didn’t understand, but that enthralled me all the same.
    Grey growled, a sound that sent electricity rocketing into my core.
    I do believe I liked when his wolf noticed me—and let me know.
    “Show me your body.”
    I obliged by taking off the lace teddy. Grey rolled me onto me back and covered me, his shaft nestling against my sex.
    He kissed my shoulder. The oh-so-tender press of his lips against my flesh made me shudder…and teased out a breathy moan.
    He tasted my collarbone, moved up my neck, and peppered kisses along my jaw.
    His eyes were wolf, more wolf than I’d even seen. The shape of his irises, the swiftly changing color, the dark hunger reflected… beautiful .
    He fascinated me.
    Grey stretched my arms above my head. My back arched slightly, my lace-covered breasts pushed into his chest. Me nipples pebbled against his warm flesh.
    The slow melding of our mouths made my breath hitch and my heart pound. His tongue slipped into my mouth and danced with mine. He let me explore his lips with my tongue, and even seemed to delight in when I denied him briefly—so that I could be the one to kiss him. Take him. I felt awkward, unsure, but…inside me grew a delicious ache of wanton desire.
    He cast a spell over me then, something inside just seemed to click into place. I knew that I was exactly where I belonged. It was not an accident. It was not Carolyn’s blame. It was not anything but real and right and true.
    In this moment, I was ruled by the alpha.
    By my own choice.
    The dam of uncertainty broke within me. Having accepted, welcomed , the alpha into my dominion, in choosing him completely, I was free.
    Free to be his mate, in word and deed. In our bed.
    In my heart.
    With one hand, he cupped my breast. His strong, warm fingers squeezed my flesh. He lightly pinched my nipple and the bud tightened. His tongue flicked the peak. Pleasure jolted through me.
    “Grey,” I whispered.
    He suckled my nipple while his fingers tormented the other. He would switch sides, back and forth, while his cock pressed sweetly against the swelling of my feminine flesh.
    I ran my hands down his body, seeking to touch him, to give him what he was giving me. My hands found his muscled buttocks and squeezed them because I could. I could, and no other woman had the right.
    Mine.
    I felt ravenous, greedy.
    I ached.
    Yearned.
    I wanted the delightful torture to last … and yet, at the same time I wanted relief from it.
    Grey kissed his way down my body. Then he pushed apart my legs to nuzzle the flesh at the vee of my thighs.
    His tongue parted my slick folds and flicked the little pearl. “Oh!” I squirmed and Grey laughed, his hot breath teasing the hard nub of my femininity.
    He settled between my thighs, his laving tongue creating wicked heat and fulsome pleasure.
    “Grey…” His name held the balance of my uncertainty, my need.
    “It’s all right, Arabelle. Give in.”
    I felt the rising of my pleasure, the blooming of something more intense, more wonderful than I’d ever known. Then the heat, the pure aching pleasure burst, and sensation after sensation rolled over me. Through me.
    As I moaned and trembled, Grey kissed his way up my body, his lips and fingers touching me everywhere. He easily stirred another bout of hunger, of need, of pure unrestrained craving.
    He slid his arms under me and cupped my shoulders. His beautiful hair curtained around us as his cock slowly penetrated me, and I was grateful that he took his time. Our first experience had been rough, had been about claiming, about taking. And now there was this. Mating. A beautiful tender joining of two bodies. I was beginning to realize that sex was an endless landscape that needed to be explored. The more I learned about this wild land of taste and touch and primal need…the more I wanted.
    Grey