Wolf Rain (Psy-Changeling Trinity #3)(101)

Groaning, he shifted her onto her back again, careful to make sure she was on the clothes. Braced over her, he put one hand under her thigh, stroking up her flank until she got the message and locked her leg around his waist again. “I’m trying to look after you here.” It was a dark growl.

Memory rubbed the heel of her foot against the small of his back, her brain cells not firing on all cylinders by now. “You feel so big and hard against me.”

Eyes flashing, he came down on both forearms and kissed her again, all tongue and a wild affection that melted her. She wrapped her other leg around him, unembarrassed by the wetness between her thighs. He was a wolf, could scent it anyway—and he’d told her he liked it.

She kept trying to break the kiss so she could put her mouth on the rest of his body, but he wasn’t done with her mouth and his kiss was so delectable that she surrendered. When he slid his hand in between their perspiration-slicked forms to caress her between her thighs, she gasped in desperate gulps of air.

Sensation rolled over her in luxuriant waves that held a piquant edge.

The wave grew and grew . . . and crested without warning. “Alexei!” Her eyes blanked, her mind a haze of pleasure contained within her shields so it was private—invisible on the PsyNet.

Lifting heavy-lidded eyes in the aftermath, she saw a distinctly smug predatory changeling above her. “That was . . .” She stroked his chest, petted his forearms.

Lips curved, he bit lightly at her throat. Used to the way he played, she wove her fingers through his hair and smiled, her entire body languid. When he nudged at her with the thickness of his arousal, she uncurled her legs from around his hips to plant her feet on the earth, open and ready for him.

His claws sliced into the earth on either side of her head. Raising his face from her throat, he said, “Are you sure?” Rough words. “You only get one first time.”

Memory bit him on the shoulder. Hard.

His growl was thunder in his chest, but he made no move to harm her. Of course he didn’t. Because he was a wolf who protected, not hurt. “Who taught you to bite?” It was a grumble, his nose pressed to hers.

Delighted, Memory kissed him. “Come inside me, my gorgeous, strong wolf.”

Alexei pressed hard against her, the intimate friction of his erection parting her delicate flesh stealing her breath. Being so honest with her affectionate and admiring words also got her growling kisses on the throat and rough caresses of her breast with a possessive hand.

He didn’t ask her again if she was sure.

Gripping her under the knee, he thrust her thigh up and outward, fitting himself even more firmly against her. Amber glowed in the night darkness as he pushed in. She moaned at the stretching sensation on the border between pleasure and pain, her body clasping spasmodically around him. Jaw clenched, he kept one hand on her knee, holding her spread for him as he worked his erection inside her with slow care.

She clutched at the earth, lifted her hips toward him.

Teeth bared, he pushed in all the way. A stab of pain threatened to derail her pleasure, a whimper escaping her throat.

Alexei stopped at once. “Memory?” Perspiration glimmered on his temples, his muscles rigid.

“I just . . .” She sucked in a breath. “You’re big.”

A wicked grin that flat-out slayed her, but he stayed motionless while she got used to the feel of his heat and strength lodged inside her. It made the hard little nubbin between her thighs pulse. She squeezed her muscles experimentally. Breath harsh, Alexei slid one hand underneath her to cup her bottom as he drew out, then pushed back in.

Barely able to breathe through the heavily luxuriant sensation, Memory wrapped her arms around him and held on for the ride to come. He took it excruciatingly slow, until sweat rolled down both their bodies, and she’d melted between her thighs. “Faster,” she gasped.

“Only when I’m certain you won’t hurt.” He moved his hand to her breast, plucked at her nipple.

Memory moaned again. “I’m so ready I’m slippery,” she protested, jerking up her hips at the same time.

She didn’t know if it was the words or the erotic motion that did it, but Alexei braced himself with one hand beside her head and then he began to move. With a speed and a power that made her body shudder and electrified her nerve endings. She moved with him, able to see the precipice beyond which they would fall. So close. So close.

Desperate, she closed her own hand over her breast and squeezed as he’d done.

“Fuck!” Alexei’s eyes on her breast, the hand he had behind her going clawed, his body thrusting into her own with a sensual aggression that pitched her over the edge. She didn’t fall. She flew. On wings of pleasure so deep and wrenching that she was aware of nothing but the blinding power of it—and of Alexei.

She heard him shout out his own climax, felt the shockingly intimate heat of his release inside her, managed to open her drugged eyes in time to see his head thrown back, his arched body silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Her inner muscles clenched again, but this time, the pleasure was softer, more languorous.

When Alexei came down on top of her, she wrapped her legs around him, one hand in his hair, the other on his back. And there they lay, limp and sated as the night breeze wicked the moisture from their bodies.



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ALEXEI felt a dangerous awakening inside him, a stirring he couldn’t permit. But it was too late. The mating urge had woken for Memory; the wolf had chosen its other half. And wolves mated for life. Shuddering inwardly at the painful gift, he rolled off Memory and onto nature’s carpet.