Wulfe Untamed (Feral Warriors #8)(59)

Finally, his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her panties and he pulled them down and off, tossing them aside.

His gaze found the juncture of her thighs, his body stilling. “Let me see you.”

Lifting her knees, she let them drop, opening herself to his sight, to whatever he wanted. Fire licked between her legs as he gazed at her, as wonder once more lit his face.

“How I wish . . .” he murmured with a sorrowful shake of his head. He looked up at her, meeting her gaze. “You are the most beautiful woman ever created.”

It was flattery in its finest form, but she saw truth in his eyes and knew he believed it. Holding her gaze, he slowly lowered himself between her thighs to kiss her belly, then lower still, finding the place where her need coalesced.

At the first brush of his tongue on that sensitive spot, she cried out.

She heard him growl, a low sound of male satisfaction and stroked her again, a long stroke that traced the full length of the place she longed for him to fill. If only . . .

As if sensing her need, he slid one thick finger into her, and she moaned with satisfaction. As he stroked that finger in and out, he licked and sucked and tugged with his lips and teeth until she came with a startling crash, convulsing around him, gasping.

Slowly, he pulled away from her. As she tried to reclaim her breath, he lay down beside her and gathered her against him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her temple, then kissed her there.

As she laid her head on his chest, she heard his heart beating, strong and steady. Far too evenly. “That didn’t excite you.” She sighed. “Not at all.”

“It delighted me.”

But there was something wrong about taking from a man to whom she couldn’t give. As she lay beside him, naked and sated, while he remained fully dressed, she felt suddenly awkward. Pulling away, she sat up, reached for her clothes, and dressed quickly.

“I’m sorry, Natalie.”

“It’s not your fault, Wulfe.” Down the hall, she heard voices and the sound of a barking dog. Skye must be upstairs.

“I know.” His mouth twisted ruefully. “I’m sorry for both of us.”

“Would you shift for me?” she asked, slipping on her shoes. “I miss my wolf buddy.”

He smiled slowly. “You do realize he’s just me.”

She laughed “Of course. I still want to see you like that again.”

“Are you sure you’re not just trying to get me naked?” He was teasing, yet a gleam entered his eyes that she found too endearing.

She grinned. “I love you naked.”

Without hesitation, he stripped for her, and she thoroughly enjoyed the sight. Then, in a spray of sparkling lights, the man disappeared, the wolf taking his place.

A different kind of pleasure burst within her at the sight of her old friend. Kneeling on the rug, she opened her arms and he ran into them, licking her neck as she wrapped her arms around him and rubbed his fur. Joy vibrated through his wolf body.

“I don’t entirely understand where you, your wolf, and your animal spirit begin and end, but the spirit is stronger in you in this form, isn’t it?”

Hmm. I’d say no, but my animal’s disagreeing. At least, where you come in. He feels closer to you in this form. He feels that he’s yours. Or perhaps thinks of you as his. Definitely the latter. You’re his. Ours. I think he adores you as much as I do.

She stroked him, looking into those intelligent eyes. “Do you . . . adore me?”

You know I do.

A rap sounded at the door. “Wulfe? Is Natalie in there with you?”

Natalie glanced at the door. “Can I let her in?”

Sure.

Rising to her feet, she crossed the room, the huge wolf all but pressed against her side. She opened the door to find Olivia and Skye. Both women grinned and reached for Wulfe, stroking his head.

In Natalie’s head, Wulfe chuckled. There are advantages to being a canine. Even the puppy, Lady, went crazy, trying to greet her oversized pack mate.

“We’re having happy hour in Lyon’s room with Kara,” Olivia said, smiling at Natalie. “Come join us.”

Natalie grinned. “I’d love to.” She glanced at Wulfe, stroking his back. “Do you mind?”

A smile lit those dark wolf eyes. She can come if you take responsibility for her, Olivia. Lyon’s orders.

“I’ve got it,” Olivia said, lifting her hand solemnly. “I promise not to let her glass get empty.”

Wulfe snorted. That’s not the responsibility I meant.

Olivia threw Natalie a quick grin.

Natalie bent and kissed Wulfe’s furred head. As she stepped away, he lowered himself to the floor, lying flat where the puppy could finally reach him, yipping and pouncing with delight. All three women laughed.

I’ll bring her to you in a few minutes, Wulfe assured Skye. We need a little playtime.

Natalie watched the huge wolf and tiny puppy romp for a few moments, grinning at the sweetness of it, then followed the two women next door. Lyon’s room was no bigger than hers or Wulfe’s, which surprised her considering Lyon was the chief and Kara the Radiant. Then again, it didn’t surprise her at all. Kara, especially, was as unpretentious as anyone Natalie knew.

The room had been painted a rich orange-gold, the curtains dark brown. Paintings covered most of the walls, an eclectic mix—everything from sailing vessels to jungle animals to landscapes.