Free The Mating Season: Werewolves of Montana Book 6 by Bonnie Vanak Page B

anticipation, she watched him wash his arms, the cloth stroking over strong muscle and sinew. So handsome and virile, this man of hers.
    “And I told you, I cannot cease worrying and watching for you while you are gone.”
    Next, he sat on the bench near the table and removed his boots and stockings, and then he stripped until he was nude. He washed his thighs, belly and buttocks, running the cloth slowly over his skin.
    He gave her an intent look as he washed his genitals. His other weapon, which had slain her with such pleasure after their first joining.
    Throwing aside the cloth, he turned to her. “You are stubborn, wench.”
    Nikita smiled. “One who is wearing too much clothing.”
    “Take it off.” His voice was soft and steely, but passion fired his eyes.
    “Are you not hungry?”
    “Aye. Hungry for you.”
    The heat of battle fired his blood, and he needed her. She would be his second conquest this day, but a willing one.
    Slowly, she shrugged out of the gown, letting it puddle at her feet. Nikita removed her shoes, underclothing, and stockings. He watched, his dark gaze intent. From a thick nest of black hair at his groin, his sex swelled.
    He was a powerful man, a warrior who killed, but he would not hurt her. She knew this. Even when his lovemaking grew fierce and rough, he never hurt her, for he had made a promise.
    She lay back on the bed, her arms open wide, her legs splayed in invitation. His gaze darkened as he stared between her thighs.
    “So beautiful,” he murmured. “Pink as a rose, wet with dew.”
    Placing a knee on the bed, he kissed his forefinger, then pressed his finger to her cheek. Nikita smiled as memory stirred. Upon their first meeting, he had made the gesture, a symbol of his feelings from the start. It was his first gesture to her before they made love, and his last when he left her to fight yet again.
    With a soft growl, he lay upon the furs and took her into his arms, capturing her mouth with his own. He forced his tongue past her lips, and she trembled beneath the insistent pressure of his kiss. Though she had been a virgin before he claimed her, she knew how to please him and teased his tongue with light flicks, enjoying his groan and the way he quivered in her arms. Niki kissed him back with equal fervor, glorying in the feel of his damp, hard flesh pressing her against the furs.
    Too long they had been parted.
    He tore his mouth away and feathered light kisses down her neck, licking her earlobe. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, working down to her left breast. Her warrior licked the cresting nipple and a bolt of lightning shot between her trembling thighs. Nikita moaned as he suckled her, his fingers drifting between her legs. The gentle strokes made fire come there, and she writhed with pleasure.
    She needed him inside her, now.
    He raised up and looked at her, his gaze smoldering. “It was a hard battle, well fought, and my blood fever is up. My need of you is so fierce, I cannot be gentle.”
    In answer she spread her thighs wide. “Take me.”
    With a low growl, he parted her slick folds with trembling fingers and then positioned his sex at her soaked entrance. Nikita shivered with excitement. Snarling, he thrust deep inside her. She gasped, her fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. Always, the first time he entered her he met with resistance, as if she resented the intruder who claimed her body, her heart. And then her female flesh grew soft and welcoming, and eager to receive him.
    Going still, he looked down at her, expression filled with concern. “Am I hurting you?”
    “Never.” She writhed beneath him. “But I shall hurt you if you delay any longer.”
    The smile upon his face was filled with satisfaction, and a gleam of mischief. Then his expression turned intent as he began to move, driving hard and fast inside her. She gripped his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his hips, feeling his flesh slap wetly against hers. And then she felt the