Midnight Wolf (Shifters Unbound #11)(65)

The words only fueled her excitement. “It hasn’t been much good for my sanity either.”

“You can say no.” His voice held the guttural rasp of his wolf, the words barely coming out. “You can go. Refuse me. We’re not mates yet.”

Tamsin gently drew him back to her. “Yes, we are.”

His eyes went incandescent. The kiss he covered her mouth with was incandescent too, fire burning all the way down Tamsin’s body.

She heard a rip, and then her bra was gone, flown who knew where. No cloth now existed between her chest and his, and her nipples grew tight as his body warmed them.

Angus kissed her, bending her head back until it rested against the cabinet, his hard hand sliding into her jeans, cupping her backside.

Two could play at that game. Tamsin thrust her fingers between them and loosened his belt, and then slithered her hands under his waistband, finding his underwear and the sleek, hot skin beneath it. No going commando for Angus. She imagined he’d stare at her if she suggested it, telling her he’d only get chafed if he left off his underwear.

His smooth buttocks were worth the effort to get to. Angus closed himself off to most people—the fact that he’d let her into his intimate world made Tamsin feel glorious.

He brushed his hand over her hip inside her jeans, the button that held them closed straining. It popped as Angus brought his fingers around to her front, and the zipper opened swiftly.

Tamsin didn’t go commando either. Her black satin underwear let Angus’s fingers slide easily over her, until he touched her heat through the silky fabric.

Tamsin sucked in a breath, breaking the kiss, her eyes widening. No man had touched her intimately in a very long time, and then it had been a fumbling experience with a human who hadn’t really known what he was doing.

Angus knew exactly how to touch her. He watched her as he stroked, his gaze focusing as though wanting to see her reaction.

Tamsin stepped her feet apart, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. Angus kissed her, more gently this time, as he cupped her between her legs, sending her need spiraling high.

Tamsin managed to squeeze her hand to the front of his jeans, making short work of his button and zipper. She closed her fingers around his hot cock, the smooth skin stretched hard. She slid her hand up and down the shaft, cupping the warm weight of his balls, skimming her fingers along him, as nature and instinct drove them closer to mating.

Nature and instinct weren’t going to let them make it to the bed. Angus withdrew his hand to shove her jeans and underwear down, and at the same time Tamsin pushed at his, both of them struggling to get the inconvenience of shoes and boots out of the way.

Angus lifted her, her jeans sliding off so she could open to him. Tamsin was up against the cabinet, her legs coming around him, the laminate creaking behind her.

His blunt hardness touched her opening, which was slick with wanting and from his playing. Tamsin let out a groan, pulling her mate close, encouraging him to come to her.

Angus’s growl filled the trailer as he thrust upward, driving straight into her.

He could die now. Die and be sent to dust, and he’d go out with a smile.

Tamsin’s little moan of pleasure kicked Angus’s need high. She was his mate, this beautiful, funny, joyful woman, all his.

She’d put her arms around him when he’d pointed out they weren’t officially mated yet—the sun and moon ceremony in front of witnesses would do that—and she’d smiled up at him and said, Yes, we are.

The truth of that rocketed through Angus’s body. Mates. Together. One.

Warmth burned in his chest, a tether that encircled his heart and pulled tight. Mate. Mine.

Mate. Hers.

Angus thrust again, needing to climb inside her, the urge to be one with her overwhelming. He kissed her, seeking her, her fingers pressing the corners of his mouth to open him wider to her.

Tamsin’s hair, still in its braid, fell over his arm like a silken rope. Her fingers now pressed into his back, tugging him closer as she arched up to him.

Her body was liquid heat, drowning him. Angus gladly succumbed. His jeans dragged at his ankles and cool air from the ventilation fan touched him, but where he joined with Tamsin was fire itself.

He thrust again, the joy of it sending all other thoughts, all other sensations, to the wind. Angus knew nothing but Tamsin closing around him, her hands on his back, her mouth open under his, the rise of her breath that slid her breasts against his chest.

She broke the kiss to let out a noise between a growl and a groan, her head falling back.

She’d never been shy with him, and she didn’t inhibit herself now. Tamsin’s reaction was natural, unfeigned. She moved in his arms, seeking more, curving her body to drive him deeper into her.

Tamsin cried his name, her head banging once into the cabinet as absolute pleasure hit her. Angus shouted at the same time, unable to stifle it. His own release was building, tightening inside him, ready to rob him of this ongoing joy of being inside his mate.

Angus lifted her, sliding her from his now-slick cock. Tamsin gasped as they came apart, her eyes flying open.

He held her against him, kicking off his ensnaring jeans, and staggered with her down the trailer to the bed at the end.

Tamsin fell onto the mattress, laughing up at him as she reached for him, arms welcoming. Angus came down over her, finding it easy to slide back inside where he’d been happy. He was so hard he ached, but she soothed the ache with her astonishing warmth.