Free Shelter Me (Sawtooth Shifters, #6) by Kristen Strassel

perfection, Lyssie’s clothes clinging to her soft curves in that bathtub. I’d never seen anything so fucking sexy in my life. I’d had no control over my body, but the euphoria I felt when the fever broke, that was all Lyssie. “There’s more than one way to get there.”
    “Show me.”
    I hooked my fingers under her hips, and she slid back into a kneeling position. I wanted to take my time, let the pleasure build slowly, but I was so fucking turned on seeing her like this, it wasn’t going to be easy. Nothing good was. Thirty years in Sawtooth Forest taught me that.
    Kissing the small of her back, I needed to get to work. She giggled, and my gaze flicked up her body. Curls obscured her face, but her arms were out in front of her. Total surrender. A soft growl rumbled through my body, my lips tracing the curve of her ass. Her back rose and fell with her deep breaths. She was excited, and she wasn’t the only one.
    Lyssie jumped when I slipped my fingers between her legs. I continued the slow, circular strokes from before, coming close but never actually touching her pussy. She started to relax, her hips circling against the movement, trying to trick me into touching her in other places. Her body took the lead. She let herself got lost in the sensation. I’d been so afraid she wouldn’t be able to let go, but after last night, I shouldn’t have had any doubts.
    She moaned when I brushed my thumb against her clit. I circled it, giving the pressure time to build and she writhed in time with the movements. She was so ready for me, and my fingers slipped inside her easily. I curled them forward, and Lyssie threw her head back, the closest thing I’d heard to a howl came out of her.
    I caught her clit between my lips, craving the taste of her. I licked it softly, letting the little electric sparks ignite, and when I couldn’t handle the burn another second, I started to suck. Lyssie was the one on fire now. Moving away from me, pushing closer, but I still had her, my fingers stroking her inner walls.
    As much as I wanted to take her from behind, bury myself completely in her, I really wanted to see her face. “Roll over,” I whispered.
    “Don’t tell me we’re done,” she groaned, turning on to her back. She had to move carefully, since I was still inside her.
    “We haven’t even started yet.” I punctuated it with a hungry kiss. It was Lyssie’s turn to possess me, grabbing my shoulders hard, her fingernails digging in my skin. She planned to mark me, too.
    “Drag them down my arms,” I growled.
    “I’ll draw blood.”
    “Good. These scars I’ll wear proudly.” This was why I wanted to see her face. I would’ve missed the way her eyes lit up when she realized what I was saying. “Everyone in the forest will know who marked me. And it won’t be that Ember bitch.”
    “But I’m not a wolf.” Lyssie’s lip quivered with uncertainty.
    There was only one way to convince her that she’d claimed me. I scrambled for my jeans, retrieving a condom from my wallet. Lyssie laughed when I ripped the foil open with my teeth, tossing it aside as I sheathed myself. I had to get inside her. My fingers were good, but she needed more.
    Lyssie hooked her legs around me. I’d read her all wrong. She wasn’t afraid to take the lead, and take what she wanted. The best part of it was she didn’t realize she was doing it. I groaned as her fingernails sliced my skin.
    We’d never done this before last night, and Lyssie deserved something slow and sweet. But no. Fuck that. She wanted all of me. The passion, the intensity. The wolf that wanted to run wild with her. She needed to know my animal was capable of something other than violence and pain. I wanted her to know what kind of pleasure it could bring.
    I followed her lead. I never thought I’d let a woman take control, but the way Lyssie let go, giving herself over to the sensation, she was the teacher tonight. Our bodies dictated the rhythm; hard, deep thrusts.