Master of Wolves (24 page)

Jim inhaled sharply and kissed her again, suddenly ravenous, pushing her gently down on the bed. Long moments spun by as they kissed, sipping at one another's mouths in luscious exploration.

When he came up for air, it was only to switch his attention to her full breasts. Faith shuttered her eyes and simply floated in the silken sensations his lips and tongue created as he suckled and teased each nipple in turn. “Oh, God,” she murmured, and eased her thighs apart.

He came down over her, still stroking her breasts, one hand sliding down between her thighs. She was slick and ready—no surprise, since just the sight of him at work with all that fierce concentration had turned her on.

Jim groaned at the sensation of her snug flesh gripping his fingers. He started working his way down her torso.

“No,” Faith gasped, knowing what he intended. “I want to taste you, too.”

Pale eyes flashed to hers and crinkled in a wicked smile. “You've talked me into it.”

Eagerly, Faith sat up as he eased back to give her room. She reached for his zipper with a hand that shook ever so slightly with the intensity of their mutual need. Jim watched her fingers draw down the metal tab with hooded, hungry eyes. His hungry shaft pressed against the parting V, still contained by the white cotton of his briefs.

Watching her, he lifted his hips and let her slide jeans and underwear down his muscular legs.

At last his cock sprang free, so hard it stood more up than out, taut and aching with his need. Impatient, she tossed his jeans aside and held out her arms in welcome.

It was all the invitation he needed. With a hungry growl, Jim rolled her onto her back and straddled her, head down along her slender torso.

Faith caught her breath as his fingers spread her lips for his tongue. She looked up his cock, jutting just over her head as he knelt over her. Reaching up, she caught the thick shaft in one hand and dragged it down until she could run her tongue over its round, flushed head. It bucked longingly.

She swirled her tongue over and around the tight, warm flesh, then drew it into her mouth for a sucking pull, drawing so hard her cheeks hollowed. Jim's tormented groan rewarded her.

In turn, he attacked her clit with greedy licks and wicked little swirls. The pleasure soon had her rolling her hips against his face in longing thrusts. “God, that's good,” she breathed.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” he said, amusement in his voice, as he gently rocked his hips. The motion stroked his big cock between her fingers, silently begging for more.

So she gave it to him—nibbling gently on the crown of his cock, running her tongue along its underside until he panted and bucked.

And returned the favor, subjecting her to still more lush oral torture, dancing his tongue over her clit, tugging gently at her lips with his teeth, swirling his tongue around her most sensitive flesh until arousal burned through her in a sweet, fiery torrent.

Neither of them could take it for very long.

“Jim!” she gasped, begging.

“Yes…” He tore himself away from her, sweating, his eyes wild and bright as flung himself down and scooped her off the bed. Eagerly, she threw a leg over his hips and positioned herself. Strong hands wrapped around her waist, lifted her, impaled her on his cock in one luxurious plunge.

She hissed in pleasure, throwing her head back until her hair whipped the small of her back. He rolled his hips upward, urging her on.

Taking his cue, Faith started riding him, gasping each time the thick shaft plunged deep. Shuttering her eyes in blind delight, she ground down as he lunged up in deep, impatient thrusts that jammed delight into them both. He felt huge, filling her, rocking her, all surging strength and pleasure. Primeval and male and impossibly delicious.

Faith convulsed with a shout as a rolling orgasm stormed her nervous system, twisting and sparking like an electric line.

As she came, Jim stiffened and drove to his full length, roaring as he came. She felt him pour himself out in deep, heavy pulses.

At last they collapsed together, shaken and spent, their bodies still twitching from the ferocity of the pleasure storm.

Long moments passed as they lay panting together. Boneless, she clung to him and listened to his heart pound. “This feels so damn good,” he groaned.

She smiled and rubbed her cheek against his. “I was just thinking the same thing. I could stay like this forever.” Faith lifted her head and gave him an impish grin. “I love you so much, it's almost embarrassing.”

Jim went suddenly still. She could feel what he was thinking. Scarred by past betrayals, she would have never said anything like that before. “I'm not afraid anymore,” Faith told him simply. “You'd never hurt me.”

“Not as long as I draw breath.” Jim's arms tightened around her. “I love you more than I've ever loved anyone or anything.”

And he did. She could feel it there in the depths of his soul, just as he felt her own love for him. He opened his mouth, but before he could ask the question, she grinned. “Yes.”

“Hey!” Jim gave her a mock glare. “You're supposed to let me ask first. I've been practicing.”

“I know. I heard you.” She winked. “Dire Wolf ears.”

“Yeah, well, you haven't heard this.” He reached a hand under the pillow and drew out a small velvet box.

Faith stared at it. Suddenly the question he was trying to ask seemed a lot more serious.

With a thumb, he opened the lid, revealing an exquisite ruby set in a beautifully ornate gold band. “It was my grandmother's,” he told her softly. “When I came back from my first transformation, she gave it to me to give to my wife.”

Stunned, she looked up into his warm silver gaze.

“Faith Weston,” Jim asked, “will you marry me?”

Her smile trembled. “How could I do anything else?”