Wolf Rain (Psy-Changeling Trinity #3)(81)

He’d thought he’d have to work his way up to such intimate contact, but if Memory was ready, he wasn’t going to be an asshole and puncture her confidence. His heart drumming against his chest, he tugged her top over her head and threw it aside with his T-shirt. Her body was all woman, but still too slender despite the tempting food he’d been leaving at her door, unable to stop taking care of her that way no matter how hard he’d tried to stay away.

“Did you eat the peach pie I left you?” He’d started putting her name on everything after the blueberry cake incident.

She scrunched up her nose at him. “Yes. I cursed your name with every bite.”

Grinning, he snapped his teeth at her while stroking his hands up and down the curve of her waist. “As long as you ate it,” he said in unhidden satisfaction before returning to his visual delectation of her body.

Her bra was fuchsia lace. It made his smile deepen, his heart fall even harder into her hands. Memory would never go for the sedate or the ordinary. Memory was fuchsia lace and sequined shoes and glitter-emblazoned shirts.

Memory was color and light and a primal joy in life.

Sliding his finger under one strap, he gloried in her shiver. She didn’t tell him to stop when he leaned in to kiss her throat, and his growl this time was an uncontrolled thing that came from his wolf. Sliding her hands into his hair, she held him close, unafraid of the wolf at her throat. He made each kiss soft, slow, a little wet. Small, kittenish sounds coming from her lips, she leaned deeper into him.

Alexei’s own parched body sighed at every contact, hungry for more. For her. He’d been worried he’d left it too long, that his wolf would be aggressive, but the two sides of his nature were in primal agreement—he had to take this slow so that Memory would come to him again and again and again.

He’d been deluding himself to think he’d ever let another man put his hands on her. That is, unless Memory asked. Then he’d back off no matter his anguish. Otherwise, he’d rip the fucker apart before the unfortunate male got anywhere near Alexei’s E.

As for what his possessiveness meant, he’d deal with that later.

Tonight, he moved his hands in long, slow strokes down her back as he kissed and nipped his way across her shoulder, then back to her throat again. Arching her neck, she let him have unfettered access. Her pulse pounded at her throat, but he scented no fear, only the erotic musk of her arousal.

His cock grew impossibly harder, his claws sliding out of his hands. She didn’t flinch. “Alexei.” A husky whisper.

“Lioness.”

She growled at him, her eyes dancing.

He kissed that wickedly lush and playful mouth, then, forcing his claws back in because he wouldn’t hurt her even inadvertently, he licked and tasted his way down to the valley between her breasts.





Chapter 38


Prompt of the day: Wolves. Reply with one word!

Orgasm.

Deep.

Hard.

AllNightLong. (What? It’s one word!)

—Wild Woman app: Naughty Secrets


FOR A WOMAN with such a small frame, Memory’s breasts were more than a handful. When Alexei cupped one, she dug her nails into the back of his neck and looked down. Her throat moved. “I don’t know if I’ll survive it if you touch me without the lace between us.” Shallow breaths, her voice trembling. “Not there.”

“We’ll go slow,” Alexei promised. “No rushing.” Tonight was about feeding her touch hunger, stopping her hurt.

Stop lying, Alexei, this is as much for you. You need her touch.

Accepting that truth, he brushed his stubbled jaw across the exposed curve of her breast. She fisted her hands in his hair, moving restlessly on him, against him. Kissing the small redness caused by his stubble, he moved to her neglected breast and licked lightly across the same exposed area.

Memory shuddered before shoving at his shoulders.

Wondering if she’d hit her limit, he sat back, his vision such that his eyes had to be nightglow. Unfazed by the sight of his wolf, Memory bent her head and kissed his throat.

His body threatened to buck.

Alexei had his hand fisted in her exuberant curls before he knew he was about to move. He should’ve pulled her away, should’ve regained control of the situation, but it turned out he had a fatal weakness where Memory was concerned.

He was her willing sacrifice.

One hand on her hip, his thumb brushing the curve of her abdomen, he dropped back his head and let his E drive him insane. She sucked and kissed and used her teeth. Each time she did the latter, he gritted his own teeth to hold back a roughly primal sound until he couldn’t. The sound of his wolf filled the Jeep.

Her nipples had already been hard points against him, but now the honeyed perfume of her arousal reached fever pitch. Clenching his jaw, he told himself to act like a man, not a fucking ravenous wolf. But since he was a wolf, and a starved one at that, he bent his head to her throat again and took a big bite.

Shivering against him but making no move to get away from his teeth, Memory stroked her hand down his chest once more. “Can we do this every night? I want to put my hands and mouth on every part of you.”

His cock almost erupted then and there. Moving the hand he had in her hair to position her just right, he kissed her, demanding and hungry. Memory pressed her breasts against his chest, arms wrapping around his neck. Her tongue licked against his, her lush lips intoxicating.