Embracing the Wolf (8 page)

Kat brought his hands to
her chest and turned them, pressing his palms against her
breasts.

Amon growled and squeezed
them through her shirt, his expression turning dark again. She
waited with bated breath to see what he would do. The pain in his
eyes eased. She dropped her hands to his lap and pushed them up his
thighs until they grazed his caged erection. He shifted his hips
forwards, hungrily rubbing himself against her palm. This time when
he growled, it called to her blood.

He wanted her. Perhaps it
wasn’t too late to save him after all.

Perhaps she could save
them both.

Leaning forwards, she
stroked his hard length through his jeans and kissed
him.

The bars on the bottom of
the cage dug painfully into her shins.

“
Isn’t there
somewhere more comfortable we could do this?” she whispered between
kisses.

A squeak left Kat when
Amon grabbed her, turned her and lifted her off the floor in one
swift mind-spinning movement. She clung to his neck, thrilled by
the speed with which he moved through the factory and the tight
grip he had on her. The tips of his fingers pressed possessively
into her side. His eyes darted about, evidently searching for the
‘somewhere more comfortable’ that she had requested.

“
Leyton must
have had a bed,” Kat suggested as Amon ducked and weaved through
the dark factory corridors.

Amon’s eyes narrowed and
he growled, holding her closer to him until she found it hard to
breathe. Clearly mentioning another man’s name was off limits right
now.

“
Any bed will
do!” She couldn’t take much more of this dizzying pace.

He kicked a door open. She
sighed with relief at the sight of a large dark wood bed, its
double mattress covered by a thick deep blue duvet. Judging by the
large number of books and the neatness of the room, it had been
Leyton’s. She really hoped that he didn’t come back
tonight.

Kat’s breath left her in a
sigh when Amon dropped her onto the bed, his heavy body covering
hers a second later. He nudged her knees apart and settled between
them, his lithe body pressing exquisitely into hers, promising of
things to come. His lips scorched her neck with hot demanding
kisses that reignited the smouldering embers of their last meeting,
fanning them back into flames that consumed her.

She writhed beneath him as
he tore her black shirt open with one hand and greedily covered her
right breast with his palm. Thoughts of being skin to skin with him
made her flushed with desire. A spark of urgency flickered amongst
the flames, a desperate need to have him inside again after all
their years apart.

Amon pulled her up into
his arms as though she were a ragdoll and weighed nothing. He
stripped the holster from her shoulders, one large flat hand
supporting her back, and tossed it away. His face was dark, his
eyes penetrating hers with a deadly glare.

With a light touch, she
caressed the line of his strong jaw. His lips parted as though her
touch stole his breath and his eyes closed. Her thumb swept over
the tempting fullness of his lower lip and she ached to feel his
mouth on hers.

“
I’d never use
them on you,” she whispered, mesmerised by his mouth.

With a feral growl, Amon
dragged her against him and buried his face in her neck. He ravaged
it with playful bites, sucking and nipping it as though he was
going to feast on her. She wrapped her arms around him, fingertips
pressing into the hard muscles of his arched back as he bent over
her.

She could feel the power
in him, the raw primal strength that flowed from his body and into
hers. His bites ceased, replaced by the smooth sensual glide of his
tongue as he stroked her neck with its velvet tip.

Kat wished he would do
that somewhere else as intense heat pooled between her legs. She
scored her nails over his shoulders, arching her body upwards until
her breasts pressed against his chest. Her nails turned to claws as
he licked the spot between her collarbones and tingles chased
across her skin, wave after wave spiralling up her breasts and
hardening her nipples.

Amon growled low into her
ear and held her tighter as he licked the spot again. She raked her
claws over his taut shoulders, eliciting another growl from him. He
liked that. She traced her fingers over his shoulders and then
leaned back so she could lightly claw his chest. Amon pulled away
and stared down at her, breathing hard.

Kat collapsed back into
the bed when he released her and she licked her lips, drinking in
the sight of him.

The delicious way that his
muscles shifted with each breath made something inside her snap.
She launched herself at him, tackling him to the bed. Her mouth
instantly went to work on his body, her tongue caressing every inch
of him as she ran her hands over his muscles. She wanted to feel
him all over and all at the same time. She moved to straddle him,
her lips never leaving his body as she refreshed her memory of
it.

He pulled on the hem of
her top and she sat back, tugging her shirt and t-shirt off with
haste and throwing them across the room. She lowered herself again,
her bra-clad breasts grazing his stomach as she kissed and licked
his chest. He was so warm. His spicy masculine scent made her
tremble inside with need. She dipped her hips and rubbed her groin
against his hard length, eliciting a moan from him.

She had to get him naked.
Now.

Moving backwards, she made
fast work of his belt and then his jeans. They were off him in a
matter of seconds, dropping to the floor along with his
boots.

Her gaze raked back up
him, from his feet to his thick thighs, to his long hard shaft
where it laid waiting in a nest of black curls. She groaned and
tensed her muscles when her groin pulsed with desire. Her tongue
poked out to wet her lips. Amon moaned again.

On all fours, she moved
towards it, intent on her target and hungry to taste him again. Her
fingers traced the length of the silken shaft and Amon groaned. It
turned into a growl when her tongue followed her fingers. She
paused at the sensitive head to swirl her tongue around it and then
took him into her mouth. His hips bucked up, thrusting him inside.
She groaned around him and closed her eyes, imagining him surging
into her. God she needed to feel that.

In the blink of an eye,
she was on her back again with Amon on top of her. He thrust
against her and she wished her jeans were gone so she could feel
him against her. Her jeans dampened the friction, making each
thrust frustratingly light. It wasn’t enough.

Warm fingers tugged the
cups of her black lacy bra down and he lowered his head to blow on
her nipples, making them pucker. She arched her chest upwards,
encouraging him, and then buried her fingers into his hair when his
mouth claimed one nipple and sucked it hard.

“
Amon,” she
whispered, a plea for him to keep going, to take her as she needed
him to.

His mouth left her and his
hands fanned out across her stomach, spanning it and pressing in
hard. She ached to feel his body pressing into her like that, heavy
and hot as it covered her.

Delight coursed through
her, chased by anticipation, when he removed her boots and her
jeans, taking her panties with them. She wriggled and writhed on
the bed, her feet on his thighs as he knelt before her, all hard
powerful masculinity.

Amon took hold of her
ankles and spread them, forcing her legs apart. His feral growl
when he exposed her sent a flash of confidence through Kat that
only made her want him more. It had been too long since she had
felt desired. She reached out to him, hungry and desperate to feel
him against her.

With a slight smirk, he
brought her right ankle to his mouth and kissed it. She closed her
eyes and tilted her head back when he kissed up the length of her
leg, slowly hooking it over his shoulder. She willed him on,
moaning her encouragement and dying to feel his lips on the spot
where she needed him most.

His fingers parted her
soft silky flesh and he dipped his tongue inside.

She groaned and grabbed
the pillow, clutching it as a wave of liquid fire crashed through
her. When she shifted her hips, he growled at her and eased one
long finger inside her. Her breath left her. She melted into the
bed, slack and willing to let him do anything to her as long as he
kept making her feel so incredible. Her hands claimed her own
breasts, teasing her nipples as his finger thrust into
her.

“
More,” Kat
moaned and he stopped.

She opened her eyes,
disappointment filling her when he removed his finger. Silence
descended as he stared at her, eyes dark and passionate, promising
her the raw sex that she craved. Her body felt starved and hungry,
in need of him in a way she had never felt before. Her beast paced
just below the surface of her skin, as desperate for his touch as
her human side. He growled.

Kat moaned and jacked up
off the bed, her body arching, a reaction that she had no control
over. His gaze narrowed. Instinctively, she spread her legs,
inviting him in. He remained rooted to the spot and she mewled in
frustration. The seconds ticked by, heightening the intense hunger
that filled her right down to the pit of her soul. Some deep sense
of awareness said that she would die if he didn’t enter her
soon.

The mating.

Instinct controlled her, a
frightening primal urge to mate, a need that enslaved her until she
felt trapped in her own body.

She surrendered to it, to
her true nature and to Amon. He needed her. She wanted
him.

Her feet rose and she
teased his erection with her toes, stroking it lightly and smiling
coyly into his ever-darkening eyes.

With a low growl, he
grabbed her foot and flipped her onto her front. It took her a
moment to get her head together and then she looked over her
shoulder at him. He knelt behind her, eyes black and menacing, body
hard and hungry. Pure alpha werewolf.

Her alpha.

He grabbed her hips and
dragged them up. Her arms stretched out in front of her and her
breasts pressed into the soft sheets of the bed. She closed her
eyes and growled when he thrust his length against her backside.
More. She needed more.

He gave her it.

The head of Amon’s length
rubbed over her groin and then eased beautifully into her. Kat
groaned long and low as he buried every inch of him inside her and
then she clutched the bed sheets into her fists when he clasped her
hips and started surging deep and hard into her body. Her wolf felt
closer to the surface than it had ever done. Her claws ripped
through the sheets, creating an eruption of white feathers. They
scattered across the dark blue sheets along with her
thoughts.

Pinpricks of pain in her
hips marked where Amon’s claws dug into her. The small stabs drove
her out of her mind, heightening her desire until she teetered on
the brink of madness.

Kat pressed back against
him, growling with each deep thrust. It was frenzied and hard,
rougher than they’d ever been with each other before. He spread her
knees further apart and moved deeper, his own growls mingling with
hers. She could feel his wolf rise to meet hers, feel him shift
into the strange in between state that she had slipped into the
moment he had entered her. She could feel his desperate need to
take her.

To claim her.

She tensed against him and
when he thrust in again, he jerked to a halt. His erection throbbed
inside her, spilling his warm seed. Pure bliss ran through her
veins, hazy and intoxicating, and then suddenly disappeared,
leaving her cold and aching. Her hunger wasn’t satisfied. It wanted
more.

Her eyes widened when Amon
removed himself from her, laid her on her back and moved to lie
over her. He was hard again, ready to continue their mating until
they had both found release in their coupling.

Amon entered her harder
this time but his movements were slower and deeper. Kat closed her
eyes and wrapped her legs around him, her body tensing. She loved
how deep he was within her, relished the way his body moved against
hers, and the feel of his warm breath against her cheek.

Holding onto his upper
arms, she marvelled at his strength with each rock of his hips
against hers. Each deep stroke added to the maddening sensation of
pleasure, taking her further and further out of her mind. Their hot
sweat-slicked skin stuck together. Their heavy breathing punctuated
the silence.

She moaned and looked up
at him. He stared into her eyes, his own golden. The needful,
tender look in his eyes stole her breath. It touched her deeply,
until both parts of her moved as one, her wolf joining with her
under his loving gaze. She let herself go, knowing the mating
needed them both to be as one with their nature.

Amon snarled at her, sharp
teeth sending a thrill through her. A sudden desire to have him
lose control tore through her but it didn’t frighten her. She
trusted him implicitly. She wanted him to take her with all the
possession she could see in his eyes.