Wolf Rain (Psy-Changeling Trinity #3)(100)

She shivered, wove her hand into his hair. It was instinct to curl one of her legs over his. Her mouth went dry. “You’re naked.” A startled whisper, though of course he was naked.

A rough, growly sound against her throat before he used his teeth to grip the skin above her pulse and tug. Memory’s inner core clenched on a molten rush. Releasing her skin with a rumbling vibration in his chest that held definite approval, Alexei rubbed his big body against her own.

His erection was a hot, rigid rod against her stomach, his lower body heavy in a delicious way. Fire in her blood, she angled her neck to give him better access and he took full advantage—to kiss and suck and melt her bones. By the time he reached her mouth, her lips tingled, feeling swollen and sensitive.

Alexei moved one of his arms to bracket her head, buried his fingers in her hair. His kiss was primal and demanding and wet and she had her other leg wrapped around him almost before she was aware of moving. He was so strong, so sexy, he overwhelmed her and she wanted more.

Addicted to her golden wolf, she ran her hands down his back, luxuriating in the feel of his muscles moving under her palms as his mouth claimed hers with a possessiveness that filled the empty places inside her.

Sucking in a breath when their lips parted, she began to kiss his shoulders. He tasted a little of salt, and mostly of primal heat.

My wolf. My Alexei.

He made a deep sound in his throat at her kisses, at her petting of his body, and slipped one of his own hands under her sweater to lie against her stomach. Suddenly burning up, Memory pushed at him until he lifted himself up on his arms.

While he watched her with eyes gone nightglow, she reached down and pulled her sweater off over her head. Her curls bounced as they escaped the neckline, and Alexei’s eyes went to them. He lifted one hand to play with her hair while she finished tugging off the sweater.

Sweater thrown aside, she caught the amber of his gaze. “Kiss me.”

Devouring her mouth with the raw wickedness of his own, his body crushing hers in the most delicious way, he put one hand on her lace-covered breast, squeezed. Memory whimpered and arched against him. He was too heavy to budge, but he seemed to feel it regardless, because he repeated the erotic caress with open possessiveness before running the pad of his thumb over her engorged nipple.

The lace of her bra rasped over the sensitive skin.

Twisting under him, Memory bit at his lower lip.

He broke the kiss to scowl at her, golden strands falling around his face. “What?”

“Skin,” she said, and pushed down one strap of her bra, then the other. “I want skin.”

Dropping his head, he kissed the valley between her breasts, the fine strands of his hair torturous strokes on her needy flesh. But his hand was moving to her back to undo her bra. After a couple of seconds, he growled and lifted his head. “I’ll buy you another one.”

Lace tore.

This bra was a pretty pink and she loved it and she didn’t even care that he was throwing it aside in pieces. Because he was putting his hand on her breast, his hold slightly rough. The jolt of sensation bowed her back, scrambled her brains, had her nails digging into his biceps. Murmuring roughly petting words that told her she was beautiful and sexy, he kissed his way down her throat, between the valley of her breasts, before looking up.

Amber eyes glowed at her.

Her chest heaved.

The smile of a predator who had her exactly where he wanted her. “Pretty Memory.” No warning before he moved his mouth to her nipple. A single hard suck and she wanted to scream. Shoving her forearm against her mouth to muffle the cry, she clawed at the ground with her other hand.

Sliding both hands under her, Alexei lifted her up, as if for his delectation. First he sucked and teased one nipple, then the other. Just when she thought the pleasure couldn’t get any better, he licked at the sensitive underside of her breast. Oh.

“I have you, lioness.” A rumble of sound, his hands strong and protective on her body. His jaw was dark with stubble and when he rubbed it against the kiss-wet flesh of her breasts, her thighs squeezed his hips with convulsive force.

“I can scent your arousal,” said the wolf who’d caught her, before he began to kiss his way down her abdomen. “Rich and dark, with a sweet bite.” He ran his tongue along the edge of her waistband, then pressed a kiss to her navel.

Undone by the tenderness, she wove her fingers into his hair. “Alexei.”

“Does it hurt, sweetheart?” A rub of his jaw against her skin before he sat up and put his hands on the curve of her waist. “Inside? Do you need?”

“Yes.” She petted any part of him she could reach. “I need you.”

Shuddering, he undid the button on her jeans, pulled down the zipper. He was tugging them off along with her panties seconds later. Cool air kissed her most intimate flesh. Throwing her clothes aside, Alexei looked at her with blunt appreciation . . . and unrestrained hunger.

Memory flushed.

A sudden movement and she found herself flipped so that she was on top, his hands stroking down to cup her lower curves. “No.” She pushed up enough to meet the amber of his gaze. “I want to be crushed by you.”

Claws brushing the bare curves of her buttocks. “Ground’s too rough for you.”

Memory reached out to drag her sweater and her jeans closer. “Put me on the clothes.” When it looked as if he was planning to argue, she kissed his throat while slowly moving her body against his; if she loved the friction, she had a feeling he would, too. “Alexei, I’m cold.”