Free Wild Wolf: Black Mesa Wolves #4 by J.K. Harper Page B

want you. Right now. Don't hold back.”
    His entire face rippled with a quick succession of emotions, from surprise to pleasure to pure lust. With only the barest of grins to signal his intentions, he reach down and tore off her panties. The shredded fabric got tossed to the side. Taking a moment to travel his eyes down and then up her body, Tate then stood up on the bed, legs on either side of Claire's stretched out, utterly naked body.
    “Anything you say, darlin'.” With that promise, he shucked off his jeans, staying balanced with an oddly catlike grace above her.
    Claire's jaw slowly fell to her chest as she stared up at Tate, standing naked above her in all of his glorious maleness. Her brain completely fuzzed out for a moment at the sight of his lean, strong legs, the narrow waist topped by rippling muscles, and that gorgeously engorged part of him she was suddenly desperate to touch. Reaching out to him, struggling to sit up from the softness of the bed, a tiny gasp tore out of her throat when Tate suddenly jumped back down to stretch his body along hers. His long, hard shaft pressed up against her inner thighs, which she parted with a needy moan. But Tate shook his head at her, letting just a touch of that teasing grin play at his lips.
    “Let me lead you, darlin'.” His whisper teetered at the edge of control, but she was fully aware he knew what he was doing. With a quick nod, she breathlessly waited for his next move.
    With one hand, Tate grabbed both of hers and pulled them over her head, where he lightly held them together. Claire gave a token struggle to test his strength, then another. He tightened his grasp in small increments, still watching her carefully despite the roiling need she saw almost completely surfaced in his eyes. But she let a pleased smile linger on her face so he knew how she felt about being held down by him.
    She loved it. She wanted nothing more than to open for him utterly, to let him consume and possess her in a way she'd never before allowed. Never before known she wanted.
    “Yes,” she whispered, the word almost lost in the ragged breathing that filled the room. “Please, yes.”
    “Claire,” he groaned her name. Lightly nipping at her ear, her neck, tracing her collarbones with his tongue, he let his other hand slip back down her body. It first fondled her breasts, gently tugging at her nipples, setting off more seismic shudders deep inside her. His hand danced over her ribs, slowly curved over her side, then dipped in to explore her belly button—which made her ticklish, so she arched away from that touch with a tiny shriek. She felt him grin against her shoulder, which he then lightly bit. The sensation of his teeth gently scraping over her skin triggered the desire to feel him do exactly that farther down. Between her legs, where she burned with an aching need to be filled. Something huge built inside her, some sort of frenzy that had her writhing beneath him, thinking of nothing and no one else in the world.
    “Now,” she said, a growl making it an order. “Now!”
    But he chuckled and shook his head. “You're letting me lead this dance,” he said, raising his head to look into her eyes again. His eyes glowed fully. She knew he was being driven almost completely by his wild instincts. “You have to be patient just a little longer.”
    “No!” She practically wailed the word. Thrashing against his hold, bringing her longing hips up against his, she spread her legs so she could wrap them around him, to capture him close to her. But Tate was too quick for her again. His free arm inexorably pushed her left leg back onto the bed. She fought again, until his hand quested right to that one spot her entire world had narrowed down to. Immediately, she stopped struggling, almost holding her breath as she waited for his first touch there.
    As soon as his fingers touched her wet folds, Claire cried out from the exquisiteness of it. Tate made a choked sound as his fingers