Beauty in Winter (Beauty #4)(5)

For a long time we stay this way, her petting me and me lying very still, soaking up the affection and attention my wolf has spent years without. I want to roll around and smother her with the same kind of love, but I have to remain calm. My wolf aches for this, and I want to give him all that I can.

Closing my eyes, I can feel the calm radiate through me, and colors start to form. Then a soft light pushes in, and suddenly it’s not her fingers on my fur anymore, but on my skin. I had always heard the first shift back after becoming your wolf was very painful, but with Fiona’s touch I didn’t feel a thing.

Her hand stills just as she reaches my hip, as if she’s caught herself. Slowly I open my eyes and lock them with hers. Sitting up, I inhale, and it’s all there. Her desire, her warmth, her need. She’s ripe for the taking, and she belongs to me.

“I am yours,” I say, answering her question from before. “And you are mine.”





Chapter 5





Fiona





I stare into the darkest eyes I’ve ever seen. My mind isn’t able to process what’s really happening, but something about this man, this beast, is drawing me to him. He doesn’t look completely human. His features are sharper, and I can see the animal within him still. He’s handsome in a wild kind of way. He’s different, and I feel something shift deep inside me. An attraction takes hold like I’ve never felt before. I should be running from the room, screaming, asking what’s happening, but for some reason I’m not. He needs me. The thought floats through my head.

His eyes are a little unsure, but they stare into mine, and I can see a deep need there. I lean forward. Something pulls me to him, a longing like I’ve never felt. I don’t try to stop it. I let my body take over. Before I know it, my lips connect with his.

His hands sink into my hair, holding me close, a growl leaving his body and entering mine. I think the kiss will be as fierce as his transformation, but it’s soft and sweet. His tongue lazily explores my mouth as if he’s savoring my taste. He doesn’t want to rush it. It’s almost tentative, like he’s not sure how to kiss me.

I deepen it, wanting more of him and allowing all of my desire to pour into it. I want to be connected with him in every way possible. And as soon as the thought enters my mind, I’m flat on my back with his weight on top of me. I gasp, looking up at him. His eyes flash a yellow gold before turning back to their deep, dark brown.

My whole body feels like it’s on fire. One kiss isn’t enough. “More,” I whisper, begging him for something that I can’t explain.

He growls into my mouth, and the sound runs through my whole body.

“Mine,” I hear him say as he pulls away his mouth from mine and moves to my neck. My hands go to his head, running my fingers through his hair, needing to touch him as he devours my body. I let my eyes fall closed as I push everything out of my mind, just feeling what’s happening in this moment. I don’t want to think about anything else. It’s been so long that I can’t remember the last time I felt anything good. But I know I’ve never anything as good as this.

My eyes fly open as I hear the ripping of material, the cool air caressing my skin. I gasp, looking down and seeing that I’m naked.

“Mine,” he growls again.

“Yours,” I confirm, the word slipping easily past my lips.

There is a force unlike anything I can explain binding us together. It’s deep and pure, and we are meant to be. He’s my other half. I am his. I know it deep down inside me. I don’t know why or how, but I am. My soul has belonged to him since the beginning of time, and now we are meeting anew.

His chest rumbles as he moves down my body, kissing and licking every part of me he can. Time stands still as he parts my legs. He takes a deep breath, breathing me into him. I feel my legs fall open a little more as his rumbles vibrate my skin.

“Mine?” This time it comes out as a question. There’s so much longing and need in his words, I can’t deny him. Not that I’d ever want to.

“Yours,” I confirm once again.

I gasp as his mouth covers my pussy. The sensation is indescribable. My back comes off the bed as I arch, wanting to be closer to him.

A growl leaves him, and it sends shockwaves through my body. The feeling of it rippling through me is exquisite torture. Every muscle in my body is held tight as he pleasures me.

He buries his face between my legs. I cry out, wanting more of him. His massive hands grip both my thighs, pulling them farther apart. His fingers dig into me as he spreads me wider for his mouth. I wonder if they will leave marks tomorrow. The sensation is rough but delicious.

He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I moan, feeling myself get closer and closer to orgasm.

It’s happening so fast it’s almost embarrassing. My hips start to move in time with his tongue, and I try to push into him as I reach my peak. He snarls against me as he grips my hips with callused hands, holding me in place as the pleasure spikes and sends me over the edge.

He forces my body into a paradise of desire. I go lax in his arms, but he keeps kissing and trying to devour me. I feel the edge of his teeth graze along my lower lips, and though I should tremble, all I do is yearn for more.

But then I feel his teeth sink into me. I should scream out in pain, but there is none. There is only warm pleasure as another orgasm rolls over me, this one impossibly stronger than the last.