Free A Werewolf to Call Her Own (Mystic Isle, Book 2) by Selena Blake Page A

best view and the biggest bathtub.”
    “Ahh…” Smiling, she leaned back against him.
    His lips moved over her neck, sending a thrill down her spine. Shimmying her ass against his cock, she grinned when it jerked against her.
    “Want something?” she asked, suddenly feeling a little breathless.
    “You,” he said against the side of her neck.
    “Then have me.”
    A growl rumbled out of him and he slid his hands beneath her skirt. She could tell by his body language the exact instant he realized she wasn’t wearing underwear.
    “You naughty, naughty woman.”
    “Mmm huh.” She could scarcely believe she was standing on a balcony in a skirt with no underwear. It was scandalous and yet Avery promised that he would never forget her. She was counting on it. So beneath her clothes, she was bare as the day she’d been born.
    “I like it.”
    She liked him. Too much .
    To stop herself from that dangerous train of thought, she reached back and squeezed his cock. Groaning into her hair, he sank a finger into her pussy.
    “You’re ready for me,” he murmured.
    “Yes…”
    “Good.” His hands left her just long enough to extract his cock. Then he was back, tipping her hips, lifting her skirt and guiding his cock home. He filled her with a single thrust.
    She moaned and braced her hands against the railing. His hands closed over her hips, holding her in place as he picked up the pace. At that moment, she didn’t care if anyone saw her. She felt naughty and brave and delicious all in one. Who cared about something like modesty when one could enjoy incredible sex and a fabulous view?
    His lips trailed over her shoulders, kissing in time with his thrusts.
    “I love the sounds you make.”
    And she loved the way he made her feel. Like anything was possible. And everything would be okay.
    He paused, cock deep, and slid his right hand between her breasts, over her chest and closed around her throat. “Ready to come, gorgeous?”
    His other hand snaked down between her legs and took position against her clit.
    All she could do was moan in agreement.
    He held onto her as his cock pistoned in and out. Her throat warmed beneath his hand. Her juices coated his finger, providing little resistance against the bundle of nerves that would have her seeing stars. He groaned against her shoulder and his body began to tighten. Hands. Arms. Cock.
    Her own orgasm twisted inside of her, ready to let her freefall. So ready. So close. One final, long, slow thrust of his cock and… yesss.
    Blinding pain radiated through her as his teeth closed over the tender area between her neck and shoulder. But as quickly as it came, the pain vanished and her head pounded. Blood rushed through her body so hard she felt as if she might come apart in his arms. He was growling, his hips still rocking against her ass.
    The only thing keeping them upright was her death grip on the railing.
    A handful of heartbeats later he licked the wounds closed, muttering something in a language she didn’t understand. She didn’t care. The way he was nuzzling her neck felt too good. His finger took up residence against her clit again and three circles had her crying out again. Her body clenched tight and she threw her head back against his shoulder.
    The hand around her throat loosened, slid upward, and cupped her chin. She felt boneless. He held a finger over her lips but she wouldn’t have any of that. She’d earned her right to shout from the mountaintops. And she’d never be shy about it again.
    She gently closed her teeth over the offending digit. His finger circled her clit again and another blinding wave swept her under. She collapsed against him, pulling her knees up as the most powerful orgasm she’d ever felt gripped her body.
    Then everything went fuzzy and dark.
     
     
    Still wearing his slacks, Maxim settled into the armchair so he wouldn’t be tempted to touch her. Touching would lead to bonding and wanting to touch her even more. Be with