Free Brand of the Pack by Tera Shanley Page A

pinned under her. He gripped her waist at the sensation. Gooseflesh ran in waves across his skin under her touch, and a slow shiver made its way up his spine. She was already wet as she rocked forward and pulled a long stroke against his erection. Eyes rolling back, he exhaled as she undid him completely. Just a touch and Wolf was whimpering for more.
    “Jesus, Morgan,” he rasped as she slowly pressed her hips forward against his again. Every fiber of his being ached to claim her right now and have it done.
    Her hands splayed his chest and her raven hair fell forward, surrounding their faces and making her eyes seem even more ethereal. “Grey?”
    “Mmm?”
    “You’re already mine.”
    He chuckled and tucked a strand behind her ear. “You’ve been mine since I was human.”
    “Could you ever have imagined that awful night in the woods would lead to this?”
    The pillow under him rustled as he shook his head. “The happiest day of my life was born from the worst.”
    “Would you take it all back if you could?”
    She’d stopped moving, so he grabbed her hips and pulled her forward against his shaft. “Never.”
    Growling, he rolled her onto her back and hovered over her. Her eyes were bright, and her lips parted invitingly as he pushed her legs open. Dipping down, he tasted her mouth.
    She ran her hands up his arms, caressing the tensed curve of them. She nipped his bottom lip. He was so close, the need to be buried inside her was all-consuming.
    But…
    “If it’s bad luck to see each other before the wedding, doing this seems pretty dangerous.”
    “Yeah, because up until this point our luck has been awesome. Stop talking, Crawford,” she said through a wicked grin.
    “Morgan,” he warned, at the end of what he could handle.
    Her grin broadened and she wiggled against him. His head brushed her slick folds. One thrust and she’d be claimed. She’d be his in all the ways that mattered. Almost.
    Cursing, he whipped the sheets from the bed, wrapped them around his waist, and escaped the temptation. Running a hand through his hair, he gritted his teeth. He wanted to hang his morals by their intestines from the nearest tree. “You said you wanted to be married,” he said, voice thick and gravelly. “I promised you I’d support you in that. I’ll be damned if I fail you by three hours.”
    Propping herself up on her elbows with a decidedly disappointed mew to her delicious looking lips, she asked, “Do you want me to help you shower?”
    “Woman, are you actually trying to kill me?”
    “I pinky swear I’ll be good. Helpful Morgan only in the shower, not Morgan the Molester. Wade dialed back your pain meds so you won’t be groggy today so you’re going to be pretty sore.”
    He did feel like his skin was on fire. “Yeah, I could use a little help,” he said, letting his eyes travel the length of her uncovered body.
    She laughed and rolled gracefully out of bed. “Nearly dead and still you can only think of one thing.”
    “No, this one’s on you, climbing into my bed all naked and irresistible.” He turned her in the mirror and stood behind her in their reflection. She was flawless, and he dug his thumbs into her dimples of Venus that sat just above her perfect ass.
    He, on the other hand, looked like he’d been run through a wood shredder. That bruiser wolf had done a number on him. He hadn’t been as focused as he’d needed to be from the beginning of the fight. He’d been too damned happy and excited about the rehearsal that preceded the day he and Wolf got everything they wanted. It had been hard for him to settle down to the task of killing the man who had threatened to take it all away. The challenger had been a dirty fighter and big enough to use his weight as an advantage, making it harder for Grey to win. He had been able to pull it off unfocused, but barely. With a last lingering kiss to her neck, he limped stiffly into the bathroom and hit the warm tap. He should start to keep a