Free Betrayed (Wolf Gatherings Book 6) by Becca Jameson Page B

tipped his head and took the kiss deeper, his tongue darting out to meet hers. He licked her lips and devoured her with the kiss. A deep moan escaped his mouth as he gripped her tighter, one hand still on her side beneath her breast and the other stroking her cheek.
    Her breath hitched when his chest lowered farther, making her hyper-aware of her nipples as they beaded against the lace of her bra.
    Nothing could have prepared her for the onslaught of emotion consuming her, threatening to overpower her and suck the air out of her lungs.
    One second he’d been hesitant and concerned—the next he’d switched to controlled and urgent. He held her tighter, his lips demanding and firm against hers.
    Heather grabbed his waist with both hands, her fingers slipping under his T-shirt to graze his skin. His clothes could disappear into the ether for all she cared. She wanted to see all of him.
    He was impressively the sexiest man alive with his dark, brooding looks and intense gaze. For all she had toyed with him as though he were a stray mutt, he scrambled her brain so completely with his virility she couldn’t think straight.
    She shouldn’t be surprised, really. He’d been nothing but growly and protective since she’d met him. Plus he was a wolf. His alpha tendencies were sexy and attractive. Not off-putting in the least. She wanted him to take her—any way he pleased. As long as it was now.
    Heather was a strong woman. Never had she let herself be so consumed. Usually she felt completely in control of her surroundings. She’d been able to control even the largest man in the hospital when finishing nursing school. She considered herself an Alpha of the female version. She made up for her small stature in personality.
    Now all that shattered. And she didn’t care.
    Marcus pulled his mouth back and set his forehead against hers. “You’re mine.”
    She nodded, biting her lower lip. Wetness flooded her pussy as he spoke those two words. His voice was deep, deeper than it had been before he was consumed with lust, but his tone sent a shiver down her spine and made her squirm beneath him, longing to hear more.
    He lowered his hand from her face, holding her gaze, and grazed it down her body until he reached the hem of her shirt. When he wiggled his fingers under the tight cotton, Heather gasped. His firm hand splayed over her belly, caressing her skin, bringing forth goose bumps in its wake.
    Whatever he had in mind, she was helpless to protest. In fact, she bucked her hips toward him to gain more purchase against his cock.
    He lowered his hand and held her hip down. “Still.”
    One word.
    Her chest pounded. Her cheeks burned. She was so aroused.
    Her mate released her hip and lifted his chest off her enough to push her shirt up her body with his hand. She felt the exaggerated rise and fall of her chest as he exposed her bra.
    He glanced down at the lace and leaned to one side to give himself better access. With one finger, he traced the center edge of her bra, so lightly she could barely feel the touch. But she knew he was there. His gaze was focused on her breasts while she watched the intensity in his furrowed forehead.
    When he dipped a finger under the lace and flicked it over her nipple, she bucked. Her pussy throbbed with need, a ball forming in the pit of her stomach, threatening to explode.
    She swallowed past the arousal building in her entire body. Growing.
    Her mate was no stray mutt…
    He continued to circle her breast with his finger. He tugged the cup down, forcing her breast up high and firm. And then he dipped his head and took her nipple into his mouth.
    Heather released his hips and gripped the bedding on both sides of her. She tipped her neck back to breathe air not quite so concentrated with his scent. It didn’t work.
    She gasped for oxygen when he gripped her breast with his hand and sucked deeper. Fearing she might come any second, she lay very still. If he so much as budged against her clit, she