Wolf's Fall (Alpha Pack #6)(58)
“Take my shirt off.”
She didn’t need any further encouragement. She helped him tug off the offending garment and sent it flying across the coffee table with a smug smile. His heart hammered as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his neck, downward to the hollow of his throat, then lower still, across his chest. When her tongue flicked seductively across his nipple, he groaned and felt himself harden.
“Calla, yes.”
Emboldened, she explored the scars from various battles that decorated his torso and stomach. There weren’t many, due to his shifter healing, but she spread butterfly kisses across each one, as if by doing so she could erase the pain they’d caused him.
“Hang on a second.” Spying drapes that would cover the large glass windows, he got up and closed them gladly. He didn’t really want to move from their spot, and now they could have privacy.
When he rejoined her, his hand came around to the back of her dress and deftly unzipped it. He watched, spellbound, as she stood and let it fall in a heap at her feet. The undergarments she wore were nothing more than tiny, filmy black scraps. The curve of her breasts swelled generously over the top of her bra. His eyes traveled the length of her, taking in her trim waist. Her long legs, which were well toned and shapely.
Calla knelt before him. He cupped her breasts, brushing his thumbs across the silky material until the hardened peaks tightened. Then his fingers found the clasp nestled in the center, and he freed her. She looked at him with naked desire, so powerful it nearly made him lose control right then.
“Tell me you’ll claim me,” he said hoarsely. “Because I want this, baby. For real.”
She looked deep into his eyes. “Only if you mean it. If you’re really ready.”
“I am.”
Reverently, he caressed her face. The dancing firelight illuminated her skin and caught her hair in a cascade of fiery highlights. She must’ve been part Sorcerer, because she’d cast a spell on him.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
She took his hand and drew him down to the rug in front of the fire. He straddled her with his knees on either side of her hips, looking down at her. Chestnut hair fanned out from her sides, around her shoulders. Her skin was the color of cream. As she captured him with her entrancing green eyes, he knew he wouldn’t rush this. Calla deserved so much more than him, but he was hers and he wouldn’t let her down again.
Nick bent over her and took a rosy-tipped breast in his mouth. She gasped in pleasure as his tongue swirled lazy circles around it and his teeth grazed it gently. He splayed a hand across her stomach, then continued downward to the silky material of her panties. He sat up, sliding them slowly over her legs. For a moment, he could only stare. She was every inch his princess.
His mate gave him a wicked grin, pulling at his belt. “It’s your turn. It’s only fair, you know.”
He laughed and stood, shedding the rest of his clothes, then hesitated. This was it. He would be fully, completely bonded to a woman he loved for the first time since that hot summer night that nearly destroyed him. Awful memories crowded in, threatening to overtake him. But he wouldn’t let them. Not tonight.
“What’s wrong?” Her voice sounded from behind him, tinged with concern.
“Nothing, baby. For the first time in years, everything is right.”
“Then stop torturing me with your gorgeous naked self and come here,” she teased.
Nick turned to face her then, his smile gone and his entire being humming with raw, sexual energy, and another emotion begging to be voiced. He moved to her side and knelt, taking her face in his hands, his expression sober.
“I’m a mess and I don’t have a clue why you want the trouble that comes with me and my life with the Pack. But I’m yours, if you’ll have me. Yours completely.” He held his breath as if his life depended upon her answer.
“From the second we met, I knew you were perfect for me in every way,” she whispered, reaching up to slide her palm down his chest. “Nothing else matters but us, my mate.”
Nick crushed his lips to hers, plundering her sweetness, tasting. He rolled her taut nipples between his fingers, marveling at how they seemed to be made for his touch. She arched her back in delight as his hands and mouth explored her everywhere, scorching a hot path to her breasts and down the plane of her soft belly. When he slowly, deliberately parted her knees and found the warm center of sex, he relished driving her crazy. He brought her to the edge of the precipice with his mouth, again and again, nearly sending them both over.
Finally, she could stand it no longer and pulled frantically at his hair. “Make love to me. Now.”
“That’s what I’m doing, baby.”
He moved over her, covering her body with his own. Grasping her wrists, he placed her hands on either side of her head, palms up, then linked his fingers with hers. As he looked down, the complete trust and utter sensuality on her face was his undoing. Something fierce and primal rose up inside him, a feeling he’d never known before. His. Calla was his, and he’d never let anyone hurt her again.
He thrust inside her, burying himself deep, his eyes never leaving hers. She moaned as he moved with agonizingly languid strokes. Writhing beneath him with wild abandon, she set his body on fire. Gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts, he brought them to a perfect rhythm, her hips rising to meet his. When she wrapped her legs around him, he let go of her hands and cradled her, crushing her against his chest, driving deeper still. He was certain he would never feel closer to anyone than he felt right now.