Mountain Moonlight (12 page)

She jerked and trembled, so close to orgasm that the barest touch of his fingers inflamed her nearly over the edge.

But if she came, he’d have her.

She fought it, trying to  think horrible thoughts. Her parents’ death, what happened with Peter, and now being mated to Conner. She forced her mind into pain, into loss, into need.

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But need won out, reminding  her that she had been alone  too long, that the lupinewithin her craved a mate, a companion, a father for the children she was desperate to bear.

Her body was so primed, so ready, that she had to bite down on her lip to keepfrom blurting out the words Conner wanted to hear.

She was jerked back to  reality by the feel  of  something hot and wet against her clit.  She opened her eyes  and saw Conner’s head  buried between her legs, his tongue snaking out and tasting her wet cunt.

He barely touched her with the lightest of strokes, yet devastated her with sensation.

She’d dreamed of a man licking between her legs, tasting the copious juices that poured forth from her aroused sex. Conner gave her all that she’d dreamed of andmore. She wanted to die, to scream, to come. She wanted to beg Conner not to  stop untilhe drove her over the edge.

In an effort to get away from the sensations that pummeled her, she backed against the counter, the sharp edge of the tile digging  into her back. Raising up on her tiptoes, she tried anything she could to skirt the devil’s tongue swiping back and forth against her throbbing clit.

But she couldn’t escape. From the man or the sensations.

Mercifully, he pulled away and stood. Her body and her mind warred. She was glad for the respite, but her body screamed  at Conner to damn well finish what he’dstarted.

Maybe he’d given up, convinced she’d never come. That wasn’t so bad. She still balanced precariously on the edge of orgasm, but she’d take care of that problem herself.

Her sigh of relief was mixed with trembling  arousal that wouldn’t abate. She fought the urges.  If she just held on a few more minutes, she’d  get the release she  so desperately needed. She just had to get dressed and rush upstairs to caress herself to a blistering orgasm.

But before she could offer a smug  smile of  triumph, Conner lifted her into his arms.

“What are you doing?!”

He didn’t answer, just walked across the  kitchen and laid her on the oak table,

pushing her shoulders back so  she was flat on the surface.

When she moved to sit up, his strong hand kept her pinned.

“You mean we’re not done?”

Conner arched a brow. “Not by a long shot, baby. I’ve been eyeing this table since I

walked into the room.”

He pulled up a chair, spread her legs,  and situated himself between them, his

mouth lowering toward her sex again.

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Oh, God. This wasn’t good at all. Now he  sat comfortably at the table between herlegs, looking like a man about to enjoy a feast.

Only he was feasting on her cunt.

Conner went to work on her, earnestly  sucking and nibbling at her clit, then traveled down to lap up the juices pouring  onto the tabletop. He licked the length ofher, sliding his tongue inside her pussy to fuck  her with its soft tip, then moved again to her clit.

Surely not every male  in the world was  as talented with his mouth as Conner Devlin. He had such an unfair advantage.  A gloriously handsome man faced with a woman who loved sex, loved touching herself, enjoyed daily orgasms, and whose body was desperately ready to mate.

She felt the tremors and knew damn well Conner had, too. He quickened his movements, alternating thrusting his tongue  inside her pussy and swirling it over her painfully erect clit.

He was driving her toward an orgasm she  didn’t have  a chance in hell of holding back. How could she have ever hoped to win this battle?

She was about to give up all her power, all her control, everything she had built since her parents died. For what?

For a climax?

But she knew she’d already lost. For that matter, she’d lost the first time she’d laid eyes on Conner and the wolf within her had identified a need to mate with him. She may not like it, but if there was one thing she recognized, it was when to admit defeat.

* * * * *

Conner knew the moment Katya had given up control. Hell,  he  gave her credit forlasting this long. Not that he was the best lover in the world, but he tuned into herbody’s signals right from the start and she’d been primed and ready to shoot off like arocket before he’d ever touched her pussy.

Her fingers let go  of their death grip  on  the edge of the table and she spread her legs wider, easing the tension in her body.

She’d given him control.

The last thing on his mind at  this moment was control, of her, the castle or the pack.

Right now he wanted Katya’s cum in his  mouth, wanted her writhing  against hisface as she rode out her orgasm, and wanted to  know that he’d been the one to take herthere.

“Give it to me,” he whispered against her thigh, then flattened his tongue and

pressed hard against her clit.

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She bucked off the table, grinding her pussy against his tongue  and screamed in rapid Romanian.

Fluid poured from her cunt as she rocked  against his mouth. He took in  her  juices, lapping up the tangy flavor while she trembled and bucked beneath him. Her

movements drove him crazy and he laid one hand in his lap to rub his aching shaft.

When she relaxed, his cock was  more than ready for its part.

He stood and placed his hands on her thighs, leaning  over to touch his lips to hers.  Whatever reticence she’d started with had long since fled. She wound her fingers in his hair and tugged his  face closer for a longer,  more intimate kiss. When she licked his lips  and chin, tasting her own cum, he shuddered,  desperate to sheathe his pulsing shaft in her.

“You ready for this?”

She met his gaze, hers sober and much more restrained than it had been a few

moments ago. But she nodded and said, “Yes. I yield. Now fuck me.”

His nostrils flared with animal passion, the words he most wanted to hear having been uttered by his mate.

He yanked  his shirt off, unbuttoned his  jeans and jerked the zipper down, freeinghis straining cock from its confines.

Katya’s eyes widened and she licked her lips as  she stared at his shaft. He stroked it for her slowly, letting the pre-cum ooze from  the tip.  But rather than swiping it away, he moved closer, rubbing it against the entrance to her sex.

In this position he could see her  pussy so  clearly, the lips swollen and glistening with her cream. He leaned over her, hovered  only inches from her lips and said, “This ismine. Only mine.”

With one thrust, he buried himself inside her.

She was so tight, so hot, and he pulsed  within her, ready to spill his seed. But hewanted more than just a few seconds of  feeling her sweet pussy clamped down around his shaft.

Hell, he wanted an eternity of it.

With a low  growl he pulled back and thrust  again, this time a little  harder, watching as her pussy lips held tight to his shaft when  he withdrew, then sucked him back inside to squeeze his pulsing cock.

Resisting the urge to  fuck her savagely,  he continued to stroke with a  gentlerhythm. After all, it was only last night that he’d taken her for the first time.

But she responded to his thrusts by lifting  her hips and wrapping  her legs around him, forcing his cock deeper.

“Don’t treat me like I’ll break,” she said,  anger sparking in her eyes. “Give it to me like you want to…like I want you to.”

“You’ll be sore.”

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“I don’t care. Fuck me!”

Far be it for him to turn down his  woman’s request. He reared back and drove hard, then withdrew and powered in again. His balls slapped against her ass as he pushed deeper, faster, taking her with him while  he spiraled completely out of control.

Sweat beaded on his brow as he fought the  shattering climax that hovered so close.  He gritted his teeth, buried his shaft in deeper, listening to the satisfying sounds of the table creaking as it scooted across the floor  from the power of his thrusts. His balls banged against her ass, the soft  sucking  sounds of his cock plunging between her creamy pussy lips driving him to an earth-trembling conclusion. Conner devoured Katya’s soft moans that intensified with each stroke of his cock, leaning over to take her mouth in a kiss that spoke  of claiming, of possession.

He powered hard and the table moved a few more inches. Katya tore her mouthaway from his and screamed, her body shaking as she flooded his balls with her cream. He went with her, howling  his pleasure, his  animal sounds mixing with hers as shetwisted and trembled beneath him.

Conner slid his hands under her buttocks and drove deep, riding out the lasttremors of his orgasm with an  intensity that made it difficult to remain standing. She’ddrained him. Every drop. He was exhausted,  exhilarated and, surprisingly, ready to go at it again.

It took a few minutes for him to realize that Katya was squirming lightly. Hepushed up on his arms and looked  down at her.

“You okay?”

She nodded, but he knew she had to be uncomfortable. Quickly lifting up,  he pulledher to a standing position.

Damn, he’d been rough on her. She was still practically a virgin and she’d made him forget that. Then again, she had begged him to be rough.

“Why are you smiling?” she asked, bending down  to reach for her discarded clothing.

Because I’m a stud
. He forced himself not to laugh  at himself. “Why do you think I’m smiling?”

She arched a brow, holding her clothes against her body like a shield. “Because you won.”

Admittedly, she was partially correct in  her assumption. But only partially. Hereached for her hand, refusing to yield when  she tried to snatch it back. “Come with me.”

“You got what you came here for, Conner. We’re finished now.”

“No, we’re not. We’re just getting started.”

Despite her exasperated sigh, she followed  him up the winding staircase to their

bedroom.

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Katya stood in the doorway, her clothes still draped against her nude body. “Sinceyou insist on occupying this room, I’ll be sleeping in another.”

She really had no idea what it meant to  mate with him. Did she think he’d walk away from her now that they were bonded?  Not fucking likely. “I’m not leaving this room and you won’t be either. Being mated means we share the same space,  the same bed. Even your people will agree with that.”

Not giving her time to respond, he brushed past her into the tiled  bath, noting thatat least the plumbing didn’t seem in disrepair. A huge sunken tub  cornered the room, a double window above it.

The shower was separate from the tub and  big enough for two people. There was a

vanity and dressing area, and a huge closet that held no clothes and very few linens.

Conner turned on the  water in the tub, adjusting it to a steamy temperature. Then he turned to Katya. “Put your hair up and give me your clothes.”

“I can bathe myself,” she said, that stubborn chin of hers lifting defiantly.

“Yes, you can. Now indulge me and let me pamper you a bit.”

Pamper? No  one had ever pampered her before. Why couldn’t Conner act like most of the men  she knew? They wanted something,  they took it. They made no apologiesand certainly never lingered with their women afterward. She’d heard enough stories from Elena and the other women here to  know how it was supposed to work.

What was wrong with this strange American?  He hated her but he acted as if he was happy to be mated to her.

“I need no…pampering, as you call it. Just leave me alone.”

He turned to her, reaching for her clothes.  She held tight but was no match for hisstrength as he jerked them away  and tossed them in the  basket.

He held out his hand and helped  her step in  the tub. She sank gratefully up to her neck, the scented oils  relaxing her tense muscles. Once she settled in, she realized she was lying in  the tub naked while  he perched  on the edge, watching. He still wore his jeans, though he  hadn’t pulled the zipper up. The dark fur along his lower abdomen caught her attention.

Their coupling had been focused  on her body, her pleasure. Other than the  ability to view his magnificent chest, she hadn’t  had the opportunity to see him naked. Recalling last night, she realized that she wanted to see his body.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, startling her out of her lazy inspection of his body.

“I’m naked.”

His eyes glowed when he smiled. “Yes.”

“You’re not.”

“True. Would you like me to remedy that?”