Free Motor City Wolf by Cindy Spencer Pape Page A

roar.
    “Mine,” he rumbled in a voice so deep it was barely audible, even to his better-than-human hearing. “You know where this is going?” He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the beauty of her scent mingled with his.
    “I believe so.” Rather than push away, she arched her neck to give him better access. “Into your bedroom?”
    “Good idea.” That’s where the condoms were. He took the wine bottle from her and set it on the counter.
    His entire being pulsed with the need to take her, to claim her. He’d never had this powerful a reaction to any woman he’d had sex with, not even one who was ovulating. In fact, even with condoms, he’d avoided that situation. He’d always been able to say no and walk away. Maybe his hormones were telling him something his brain hadn’t figured out yet. Right now he didn’t care.
    When Greg lifted her into his arms, she squeaked with surprise. “What?”
    He chuckled. “I want a real bed this time, princess. It’s gonna be a long, long night.”
     
    Fianna held on to Greg’s strong shoulders as he carried her into his bedroom, barely believing this was happening. She’d wished for it since she’d met him, so it was almost too good to be true.
    Well, of course it was. She was probably terrible at this, and she would likely disappoint him. Her only previous lover had told her she was awful. She’d had more enjoyment in the cellar this afternoon than ever before in her life.
    Still, she couldn’t waste this opportunity. She nuzzled the base of Greg’s neck and inhaled the scent of his skin. Her past, her lack of magic and Greg’s situation with his grandfather were all forgotten. All she could focus on was here and now—this powerful male who was about to claim her as his own. He stopped beside the unmade bed and slowly lowered her to the floor, allowing her body to glide along his in the process. His obvious arousal only heightened her own.
    “This time I want to see all of you.” He worked her shirt and bra up over her head.
    He’d told her earlier that he liked her breasts, but she still had to fight the urge to cover their smallness with her arms.
    “Don’t hide from me, princess. I intend to not only see every inch of you, but touch and taste every bit as well.” As if to prove it, he leaned down and nipped the upper slope of her modest curves. The mild sting startled her into looking up into his eyes, which had gone almost black with passion. “Remember what I said earlier. You’re perfect for you. That makes you perfect to me.”
    It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her and Fianna felt a tear prick the corner of her eyelid. Greg must have seen it, because he pressed his lips to the crease, wiping it away. He kissed a line over to her ear and lightly nibbled all around the edge of it while his fingers found the snap of her jeans.
    “No tears tonight, Fee.” He pushed her jeans and panties down to her ankles.
    “I wish I could promise that.” She kissed his chin as she kicked off her shoes and stepped out of the last of her clothing. “But you make me feel so much—things I don’t understand. And I don’t know how to control my responses. Being human is confusing at best.”
    “But feeling is good, princess. And remember, I made you hot when you were still an elf.” He tickled her ribs, making her giggle.
    “You did. And I still don’t know why,” she gasped after she stopped laughing. Greg tugged his shirt over his head, so she went to work on the fastening of his jeans.
    “Don’t try to analyze it, just enjoy it.” He sat on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes and socks and pants.
    Fianna stifled a moan at the beauty of Greg with no clothes on. He was so well endowed she wasn’t sure coupling would be physically possible. Based on the wetness slicking the tops of her thighs, though, her body was willing to try. They stared at each other for one passion-clouded moment before he pulled her to stand