Free Dual Embrace: 3 (Shadowpeak Wolves) by Lorna Jean Roberts Page A

“Not where I want you most.”
    “No?” he murmured against her neck, sucking. Prickles of sensation ran across her skin and her hands slipped from behind her head. She had to touch him.
    He sat up, his gaze stern. “Hands. Last warning.”
    Part of her wanted to push him, to see what he’d do if she defied him. But she had to come, desperately. So she let him have his way.
    For the moment.
    “Where do you want my touch? Here?”
    He lowered his mouth to nip first one nipple then the other, over and over. Bites of pain that quickly morphed into pleasure. Shudders of rapture stormed her body.
    “Or here.”
    He focused on her neck, sucking the sensitive column, kissing along her jaw. His lips were featherlight, covering every inch of her face.
    “Yes, no, I don’t know, I can’t think.”
    “Good.”
    He shattered her with a hard, possessive kiss. Tongues dueled, lips clashed.
    Brushing one hand down her body, he cupped her mound.
    Finally, dear God, at last.
    Cain shifted so his face was down by her hips, his cock bobbing beside her head. If she turned ever so slightly she could take him into her mouth, lick and nibble along his length, she could—
    “Don’t move,” he growled, interrupting her thoughts. Lifting her good leg, he pushed it against her chest. When he bit her ass, she groaned. Then his tongue entered her pussy, thrusting deep. Dusty yelped. Cain brushed his thumb over her clit once, twice and her orgasm built, blooming under her skin, ready to erupt… Then the bastard pulled back.
    “Fuck you, Cain!”
    He laughed. “Soon, baby, soon.”
    “Now, now, now, now… Ohh.” Her cries ended as he circled her clit with his tongue while thrusting his fingers deep inside her. In and out. She was so close… When he drew back again.
    Gasping for breath, her heart racing, her body shuddered and rolled as he brought her to her peak again and again, knowing exactly when to draw back before she found her release.
    Everything in the room faded. There was nothing but his wicked tongue, his maddening touch.
    “Cain, Cain, Cain.”
    His name became a chant. He changed positions so his cock was nudging at her entrance.
    “Wait, stop,” she cried.
    He stilled.
    “Condom.”
    “Shit, sorry.”
    He jumped up then strode from the room. When he returned, his shaft was covered in latex, his gaze intense.
    Then he was above her, in her, driving deep. Over and over, at a pace that never faltered.
    “You’re killing me,” she moaned.
    “No, baby, I’m showing you why you should want to live.”
    Faster, stronger, he built them up together until she was so close she swore she could taste her pleasure.
    “Come now.”
    Her womb clenched and release broke over her, sweeping her away. Bucking hard, her world swirled before slamming into place. He let out a shout as he stilled then came.
    She drifted, her body shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm. She came back to reality to find Cain above her, grinning.
    Panting, he rolled off her. Dusty turned toward him and waited for him to say something.
    He didn’t move. Just lay on his back staring up at the ceiling.
    “Cain?”
    He grunted.
    She frowned. “You going to get out of my bed so I can sleep or what?” She rolled away from him, hoping she’d sounded nonchalant rather than hurt. A sigh shook the bed and he rose, moving into the bathroom. Dusty bit her lip, determined not to cry. She stiffened in surprise when he returned quickly and climbed into bed, pulling her up against him.
    “What are you doing?” she asked as he turned her, holding her tight against his warm chest. “Aren’t you going back to your own room?”
    “Nope, I was just getting rid of the condom. I’m sleeping here, with you.”
    Dusty tried to shove herself away. She didn’t want his pity.
    “Lie still.”
    “No.” She was thoroughly irritated by how easily he held her. “I don’t want you here. Get out.”
    “Yes, you do. You need this, Dusty, and so do