DONOVAN (Gray Wolf Security, #1)(134)

I had to bite down hard on my lip to keep from crying out. I was vaguely aware that we could still hear his family out on the back deck. If we could hear them, they could hear us. But that thought was like a foreign idea, something I knew I should be worried about, but couldn’t quite grasp. And then he was twirling my clit around behind his front teeth, and I was gone. All thought was just gone. All I was aware of was the tingle of pleasure that continuously rushed up and down the length of my spine.

I sat up a little, pressed him closer to me with a hand against the back of his head. He pulled back to catch his breath, and I caught the smile of satisfaction on his lips. And then… Oh, hell! Why had I never known how good this could be?

A moment later, he was pushing me back against the mattress, his hand working between our bodies to get his slacks out of the way. I reached down to help him, my legs shamelessly spread as wide as I could get them. And then his hardness was in my hands, his head teasing my lips as I pulled him close to me. His lips brushed mine, the taste of my need an aphrodisiac that couldn’t have pushed me any further than I’d already gone. I cried out as his head pushed inside of me, as he thrust and the length of him filled me quickly and completely. I buried my hands against the hardness of his ass, tugging him tighter against me as I moved, as I positioned him perfectly against me, inside of me. He groaned as he waited, as we waited together for our hearts to catch up with our bodies. And then he began to move in a slow, rolling thrust that touched everything and more, and filled my body with such pleasure that I thought I might lose my sense of reality, disappear into that moment and live there for the rest of my life.

I’ve been with men before. Two men, actually. Short-lived romances that hadn’t lasted longer than they should have. But neither had been anything like this. It was like comparing Shakespeare to a play composed and acted by precocious children. There was no comparison. That had been a physical release. This was so much more. It was on a whole different level. I didn’t want it to stop. I was connected to Lucien in a way I’d never connected with anyone else. It was indescribable. It was perfection.

But then my body betrayed me. I was sailing, loving every touch, every movement. But then the familiar tingle—familiar but amplified a million times—began low in my belly. My thighs began to quiver, and my muscles began to tighten. My ears rang as my orgasm washed over me, rushing me so hard that I couldn’t catch my breath for a moment. And this sound like nothing I’d ever made before slipped from between my lips.

He grabbed my hip and pulled me hard against him, made me lie still. The vibration of his own groan moved against my chest. I held him as I vaguely understood that he’d reached his pinnacle, too. He was filling me with his life seed, and it seemed right. I should have been concerned, should have had thoughts that were escaping me at the moment. I held him and accepted him, reality a distant place now.

But it wasn’t for long. We lay tangled in each other for a long time, but he finally rolled away, adjusting things I’d forgotten about. The tube snaking out of his slacks pocket, the machine it was attached to. He kicked his pants away, but cradled the small device against his belly before pulling me back against him, the coolness of the device pressed against my skin bringing me back to myself.

What the hell had I just done?





Chapter 9


Lucien

I watched her sleep, her tiny body tucked close against my chest. She was warm and soft, but firm in all the right places. I ran my fingers over her arm, smiling as one of her nipples slowly puckered in response to that simple touch. She moaned softly, snuggling her head closer to the pillow under her head.

“We should get up,” I said as I brushed my lips against her ear. “Mom’ll have breakfast on the table soon. You don’t want to miss out on her waffles.”

“Hmm,” she moaned.

I smiled again, brushing my lips lightly against her jaw.

“I’m gonna go get in the shower. You can join me if you like.”

I climbed out of bed, carrying my pump in my hand as I made my way to the en suite bathroom. I turned on the water and set out a towel before turning off the flow of insulin and unhooking the device from the infusion needle that stayed attached to my stomach. I stepped under the showerhead and let the water wash away the cobwebs, my thoughts immediately moving to last night, to the taste and feel of Adrienne’s body as she writhed underneath me. I hadn’t expected that to happen, but I had no regrets.

I was afraid she would, though. I knew she was uncomfortable with our arrangement. But when we touched, I liked to think she wasn’t just acting.

And, as though in confirmation of my thoughts, the shower door opened.

I turned and watched her step inside. She wouldn’t look at me. Her eyes were focused on my stomach, on the medical devices that kept me going day in and day out. She touched the unclipped protrusion of the infusion set, her finger moving along the outer edge of the adhesive that held it in place.

I took her hand and pulled it up to my chest, pressing it between my pecs.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes came up slowly, focusing on my lips. I pushed her back, pressing her up against the cool tiles at the back of the shower. I lifted her chin, forced her to look me in the eye.

“There’s no shame in wanting what you want.”

She bit her lip, her eyes falling again.

I lifted her chin again. “Tell me you want me.”