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

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on earth.”
    Reaching out, Sonja wrapped an arm around his
neck, drawing him down to suck the taught peak of her swollen
breast. “You’ve made me into a deity, though I’m merely a woman,
Lieutenant, made of flesh and blood.”
    He drew a lazy line with his tongue over her
skin, finding the other nipple taught. “Indeed, you are all woman,
my love. Of that, there is no doubt. Yet, I would argue you are so
much more than mere flesh and blood.”
    She caught his chin in her fingertips,
guiding his parted mouth up to look into his eyes. “I promise I am
no more than the person you see before you, Lieutenant. I bleed, I
hurt, I love and I cherish you above all others.”
    “As do I, for you are my breath, my spirit,
my end. I long to hold you always.”
    Sonja smiled into Ty’s face, watching the
ardent warmth glow in his features.
    Taking her face in both his strong hands, he
captured her mouth with his. The kiss grew insistent, full of
longing. Parting her lips with his tongue, Ty tasted, running his
tongue along hers. Turning with her in his arms, Ty fell back on
the soft bed. The welcome luxury of the feather-filled mattress,
such a comfort, Sonja swore she’d never forget.
    Beneath her Ty grew hard. She burned to have
him fill her. “Ty?”
    When she used his given name, the strength in
her limbs went lax. He did something to her sensibility with the
flick of a glance. The world grew brighter with his presence. “Oh,
I could lay right here with you all day. Can we?”
    The laugh came from deep in his chest. She
could feel the tremor vibrate under her hand. “What would people
say?” With smooth fluidity, Ty rolled to pin Sonja beneath him.
    Her eyes fluttered shut as she breathed him
in. “I don’t care.”
    “I think the time for talk is past.” The
words came out ragged. Sonja could hear the hunger in his voice.
She opened her eyes to meet his dark stare. He lowered his mouth to
hers. Their tongues mated in a frenzied coupling born of need.
    “Oh, Ty.” Her heart beat wildly as his hands
roamed her body. The heat between their flesh melded in a scorching
inferno. Ty reared up with his pride and drove deep. Sonja arched
in response like a bow pulled taught. His head found her breast,
warm and pliant as he suckled.
    His dark hair fell around them curtaining
their world. He kissed her with his whole body, surrounding her as
they made love. Groans of pleasure coupled with growls of need
erupted from the man-wolf. Wrapping her legs around his back, she
pulled him in before moaning his name aloud.
    “I crave you like breath. You’re mine,
Nymph.” He reared up, nipping her breast. “Torture me.”
    She grinned wickedly before dragging her
nails down his chest. His skin, so taught, smelled of man mixed
with sandalwood. Small areas of skin broke as blood seeped free.
Her eyes never left his. “Do you want me to beguile you or torture
you, Lieutenant?”
    “Both.” He squeezed his eyelids shut on the
tiny fingers of agony as her mouth bit and sucked his nipples. “You
hold the power to torment as well as pleasure me.” His head fell
back before the growl erupted from deep inside him. When his eyes
met hers, they were the ice blue of the wolf.
    “Come, lover. Draw from me the satisfaction
you crave.” Sonja reared up, crawling atop Ty. In tempting
invitation, she ground into his flesh, drawing a groan from the
lieutenant, which in turn, sent a pulse through Sonja’s body. Wet
with desire, she straddled his length, taking him deep and fisting
around his hard length. The sensation of control whipped her demand
for him to a lofty height. Breathless, almost mindless, she
pleasured her lover until he matched her stroke for deepening
stroke.
    Unable to control the desire swimming like
hot molten lava through her body, she rode his strength to a new
zenith, basking in its rays. His urgent growl of satisfaction
erupted as he did, spilling his seed deep in her womb.
    Sonja fell boneless atop him. Each