Free Runt of the Litter (Halfbreed Chronicles Book 1) by Isabelle Hemlock

shirt - I was right, he’s desperate to touch my breasts.  I smile
against his mouth, allowing us to separate just long enough to ask him
something more serious.  Because frankly, I need to know, “Are you scared of how things will go with
the Council, or the community?”

 
    His head falls back into the bed, and he grins, albeit
weakly, “A little - but not enough to
stop this.”

 
    I sit up on his hips, and I can feel just exactly how much
he wants me.  It would be almost easy to rock back and forth just enough
to make him squirm, but he did answer another question, so instead, I cross my
arms in front of me, grab the hem, and pull the shirt over my head.  He
licks his lips, and I’m praying that mouth is going to close around my nipples.

 
    Maybe I should switch gears with the questions.
 Instead of focused inquiries about our possible future, maybe I should
just get to basics: “Do you want to be
the one to take off my bra?”

 
    His hands instantly go up behind my back, and in a breathy
whisper, replies “Yes.”

 
    Considering he’s a virgin, with what seems to be zero
experience, Avery manages to unclasp my bra with ease.  He tugs on the
strap and it flings to the side, and my breasts spill out, only to be caught in
his hands, which makes us both whimper.  He,
because it’s the first time that he’s gotten to touch them, and me, because he
seems to know exactly what he’s doing.  His hands cup them, his thumbs
easily gliding over the nipples, which makes me fall
forward, and brace my hands on his chest, “A-Avery.”

 
    He locks eyes with me, and once again, I see his wolf come
to the forefront.   Briefly, just enough to let me know
he’s here in this room with us.  It makes me feel downright
powerful that I seem to make them both crave me, but when Avery comes back to
the forefront, I feel like puddy in his hands.
 I’m not the one in control anymore, I’ll roll over and submit to him, and
all he’s got to do is ask.  He leans up on one elbow, replacing his hand
with his face, resting his cheek against the creamy skin, and groaning against
me - trying hard it seems, not to just take the protruding bud into his mouth.
 My back arches naturally into his hold, and I’m surprised by how much
restraint he has.

 
    But soon enough I realize it’s not restraint, but
reservations, keeping him from moving forward.  I wrap my arms around his
neck, and he holds me tighter.  He doesn’t look up from my chest, but I
can feel his eyes closing, as he inhales, “Don’t
leave me.”

 
    My head leans forward, resting on his, and I lift my hand
to pet his hair.  Within moments though, I tug at it, to pull his head
back so he’ll finally look at me, and I can try to explain why he never has to
worry about that happening, ever , “Baby, werewolves mate for life.”

 
    He seems to want to believe it, and I think for a moment
he does, but the smile fades quickly and he leans backwards, back onto his
elbows, before collapsing completely onto the bed again.  I’m so confused
that I’m about to say something, when he puts his arm over his eyes, and
replies so matter of factly , that at first, I’m
stunned . . .

“No,” he mutters, “They don’t.”

 

 
 
    Chapter.
13 – Avery

 
    When those breasts of her spilled out into my willing
hands, I thought I was touching a piece of my very own Heaven.  And though
maybe she was looking for some carnal pleasure - and really, I am, too - I was
almost swept away by how beautiful she is.   Her black
hair cascading over her shoulders, and brushing against my wrists.   Her eyes, hazy, and glossed over in passion, at me.  It’s directed at me, she’s allowing me to touch her, caress her, and I
want to thank her for it.  I want to curl up against her, and tell her
everything, because for some reason, I feel so damn comfortable with her.
 I’m equally desperate to fuck her, and hold her, the entire night in my
arms.