Free Wolfen Secrets (The Western Werewolf Legend #3) by Catherine Wolffe

Lieutenant? Surely you could see why we had
to keep our relationship a secret. Or, are you suddenly concerned
for my reputation?”
    “Oh, on the contrary, my love, I find the
torture most valuable now. With the lesson learned, I shall never
let you go long without feeling me inside you. You will never want
for my attentions. As for your reputation, though you may consider
the time of day to be vulgar, I warrant, you will appreciate the
consideration I’m about to bestow upon you.” With those last words,
Ty turned, pulling the heavy velvet drapes across the daylight
streaming into the room.
    “Tyler, I must object. This is unseemly. What
will everyone think?”
    “They’ll think I’ve grown horns. That I’ve
turned into a dreadful demon lusting for his woman no matter what
the cost. Who cares what they think, Nymph? We’re two adults who
want to make love to one another. What is the basis for such a
natural accuracy?” With his sultry eyes on her, he held up one
finger, pointing to a spot directly in front of where he stood.
“Now come here.” He reached for her hand. When she pressed
willingly against his chest, Ty nudged her earlobe, nipping the
tip. “Um, you smell like lilacs, Nymph. I never get enough of your
scent. Whenever the wolf is upon you, I still smell the
lilacs.”
    With his hands unfastening her buttons one by
one, Sonja sank into Ty’s hold. He had his own distinct scent as
well, one she always recognized even when he was the warrior wolf.
“My mate knows me well. I am enamored with his words.” Feathering
tiny kisses she left a trail of desire as she opened his
shirt-front to run her hands along the strong muscles of his bronze
chest. Silently enjoying the smooth role-play coupled with the
touch of flesh under her fingers, Sonja marveled at how she always
reveled in his body as if she were seeing him for the first time.
The buckle of his belt clinked as the cool metal fell away. She
worked his trousers open. His inadvertent inhale of air continued
to arouse the primal need exploding inside her. The sensation of
empowerment grew as she slid along his lower abdomen in search of
the hard shaft she sought.
    “Ah, I never tire of your touch, my love.
You’re my one weakness. Whatever you want, I will get. Whatever you
need, I will find. Whenever you reach for me, I will be ready.” As
he kissed her neck, tracing the swell of one breast with his
tongue, Sonja wrapped her hand around his manhood, stroking the
smooth, silky length in long strokes.
    “If I asked you to stand to let me view you
naked, would you indulge me, sir?”
    “On one condition.” His eyes gleamed feral.
“You must return the pleasure.”
    Heat rushed to her core. This man was as much
a god as any there was. He was her god who she worshiped
completely. Stroking his erection with one hand, she shoved his
pants over his trim, tight buttocks. The scars of past battles
puckered flesh in several places along his leg. None more
remembered than the one she’d healed with her blood. The werewolf’s
gift of healing diminished the scar’s appearance, yet the memory of
the life-threatening wound burned in her mind’s eye still. “You
first.” Her giggle, throaty and filled with sex floated on the air.
Her body hummed with anticipation. Yet, she drew pleasure in
watching him stand before her naked and hard. His body cast of the
finest bronze for all eternity in tribute to his power. “When I
look at you, I see all I’ve ever dreamed of holding in my arms. I
am truly a lucky woman.”
    “The luck is all mine.” He took a step toward
her, pushing the dress off her shoulders. Soon, the corset came
lose. Before she could blink, he was tugging the shift over her
head as well. “I will never forget the angel walking toward me in
the mist on the night I lay dying in the swamp.” He lowered his
mouth to taste her shoulder. His breath came hot and molten on her
skin. “I was sure I was dead, because I’d never seen such a