Free Motor City Wolf by Cindy Spencer Pape Page B

between his spread legs. The crisp hairs on the inside of his thighs prickled against the outsides of hers and she stepped closer, until her breasts grazed the hair on his chest and his thick erection pressed into her stomach.
    “I’d like to make this last, but I’m not sure how much control I’m going to have once we get started.” He nibbled on the tendons of her throat. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “You won’t.” That much, she knew for certain. “I’m not as fragile as I look, you know.” Though her body had changed, she was still young, limber and healthy as a human. And Greg’s protective instincts were too powerful to allow him to play too roughly.
    “I know.” With that low mutter, he bent his head to her breast, kissing her gently at first. After a few moments, he drew her taut nipple deep into the heat of his mouth and suckled.
    Fianna arched into him, her hands tangling in his hair for support. When he pulled his mouth away, she moaned with disappointment at the loss, only to cry out when he rolled back onto the bed, pulling her with him. She lay back against the mattress, gazing at him as he propped himself on one arm beside her.
    “Mine,” he growled again, before lowering his head to pay homage to her other breast. His hand slid down her belly to rest on her lower abdomen for a moment, before continuing downward to cup her aching sex.
    “Yes.” She lifted her hips, and held his head to her breast with both hands. But Greg had other ideas. He played with her folds, spreading her moisture around and teasing her clit. Before she could react, he pulled away and rolled between her legs, kissing a line down her abdomen until he knelt between her splayed thighs.
    “Beautiful.” He blew gently against her slick skin. “All juicy and puffy and pink.” With that, he lowered his head and licked a line along her crease.
    Fianna’s eyes flew open. He couldn’t possibly enjoy doing that, could he? She’d been told men never did. She could smell her own arousal and wondered if she should be embarrassed.
    “Yum.” His happy sigh contradicted that belief. “So sweet and sexy. I could do this all day.” He settled down to prove his statement, destroying her with lips and tongue. While his tongue flicked rapidly across her clit, he slid two fingers into her channel and spread them, stretching her for him. When he began to work them in and out, she clutched the sheets and moaned his name.
    “That’s it. Come for me. It will be easier if you’re more relaxed.” His voice was thick and unsteady. He added a third finger and nipped lightly on her clit.
    Fianna flew apart, the climax stronger than the one this afternoon. Greg kept on suckling her clit and penetrating her with his fingers until she began climbing toward another, even more powerful peak. Just before she reached it, he kissed her mound and crawled up beside her.
    She almost cried out when he rolled away, but after reaching into his nightstand, he tore open a small packet and rolled a condom over his cock. While she was glad he had the control to be careful, she almost resented it. She wanted to feel him skin to skin, but she also understood the need to be cautious.
    All that was forgotten when Greg rolled over her to claim her lips with his.
    He tasted of her. The thought was startling and odd and unaccountably erotic. His kiss was fierce and demanding, almost rough in its intensity, but she didn’t mind. She wound her arms around his shoulders and kissed him back, desperate for more. Instinctively, she widened her legs and shifted her hips to bring the tip of his cock to her entrance.
    “Look at me, princess. Open your eyes.”
    She did, looking up into his dark, hooded gaze as he slowly eased himself inside her. His lips were set into a determined line and she could have sworn the points of his teeth overlapped his lips.
    “You’re mine.” Yes, those were definitely fangs showing. His canine teeth had elongated. “Say