The Wolf's Mate Book 4: Michael & Shyne (17 page)

He placed his hand on the back of her neck underneath the thick curtain of her hair.  Squeezing gently with the tips of his fingers and thumb over her spine, he said, "When a wolf chooses their mate, when they are ready, they allow their fangs to elongate, and they pierce the flesh here, on either side of the spine.  It hurts a bit, but it's often done during sex, when pleasure can overcome that pain.  The marks will be permanent.  It's a way for wolves to ensure that anyone that sees their mate will know instinctively that he or she is taken.  Wolves are monogamous when they're mated.  Although there are wolves that are cheating bastards, it's often because they were forced into the mating and don't actually love their mate.  But you never have to worry about that with me, sweetheart.  There is only you for me, forever."

Her eyes shimmered brightly.  "I know you wouldn't cheat on me, Michael.  You have too much character."

That was possibly the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to him.  He pulled her into his arms across the blanket and devoured her mouth in a kiss.  Her fingers tangled in his hair, her short nails abrading his skull.  He stood up, not breaking the kiss, and she moved with him, wrapping her legs around his waist and anchoring herself to his body.  Maneuvering through the house, he stopped kissing her long enough to pull the covers back from the bed and laid her gently down on the surface.  She purred like a cat, reaching for the hem of her shirt and lifting it.

"Wait, baby," he pushed her hands away gently, "let me."

Her hands lifted sensually over her head, and she bit her lower lip.  That lower lip was going to be his undoing.  Dropping to his knees, he undid her shoes and slipped her socks off, smiling as she wiggled her purple painted toenails.  Kissing the arch of each foot, he pressed kisses randomly as he moved up her perfect legs, coming to a stand between her legs as they dangled off the bed.  He lifted the shirt slowly, baring her flat belly inch by delicious inch, his lips tracing the sleek curve of her waist and enjoying the sweet taste of her skin.  He freed her of the shirt, tossing it off the bed, and traced his fingers across the swell of her breasts covered by a pink satin bra.

Reaching underneath, he unsnapped the bra and then caught the center ribbon with his teeth and pulled upwards, watching as she lowered her arms and the straps slid free.  He leaned over her with his arms rigidly on either side of her body, tossing the bra to the side with a grunt and growling softly as she resumed her previous position — hands above her head, her body now half bared for him.

Curving his hand to fit one of her breasts, he ran his thumb across the dark nipple, the color a perfect cocoa against her coffee with cream skin.  He flicked his tongue across the hardened tip, and she took in a slow breath.  Encouraged by her reaction, he sucked her nipple into his mouth slowly, holding it tightly within the confines of his mouth before releasing it just as slowly.  The color deepened with each suckle, and he turned his attention to the other nipple, until both were wet and hard and sensitive.

She hauled him upwards by fisting his hair in her hands, moaning as his mouth landed on hers and their tongues slid together.  Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she ground the apex of her thighs against his cock, making small mewling noises in the back of her throat.  Her hands fisted in his shirt and tugged upwards, and he lifted off her enough to shrug out of it before pressing his body tightly to hers again to resume their kiss.

He kissed down her jaw to her neck, placing open mouthed kisses as he moved down to her shoulder and to her chest, sweeping his tongue in the valley between her breasts.  His hands framed her body, his fingers and hands lightly gripping her sides as he reached her navel and swirled his tongue inside.  Her hands slapped on the bed with a moan, and he grinned inwardly at her response.  Sucking lightly on the flesh of her flat tummy, he darted his tongue around her navel again and enjoyed the sound of her panting breaths.

He undid her shorts and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and panties, drawing them down her lean legs and dropping them to the floor.  Her bare sex was glistening with silky wetness, and he slid his finger slowly up and down the seam before rubbing lightly on her swollen clit.  He hooked her legs over his shoulders and licked a slow path up her pussy, closing his eyes as he savored the sweet, womanly taste of her.  He slid one of his hands up her body until he could mold his hand around her breast, and he spread the silky lips of her pussy apart with the fingers of his free hand, giving himself the first, glorious view of her heaven. 
His heaven
.

He licked up one side and down the other before licking around her tight bud.  She shuddered lightly under him, a small moan escaping, and while he wanted to get her off quick, he didn't want to take the easy route.  Not this first time.

He drew her clit into his mouth with slow, light pressure, watching as she relaxed back to the bed and closed her eyes.  He pulled his hand back from where he'd been holding her open and swirled his finger into her opening, taking the time to thoroughly coat his finger before he pushed further inside.  Her core was molten hot and pulled him in as he explored her depths with slow thrusts and curving touches.

Crooking his finger upwards, he searched for that secret, soft as velvet place, listening carefully for the change in her breathing to tell him he'd found it.  When her breath hitched in her throat, he paused, waited, and then stroked that place more firmly.  She hiccupped on the next breath and then let out a small moan.  He continued to suckle her clit lightly as he made contact with her g-spot, increasing the pressure of both his mouth and his finger until she began to shift her hips up and her moans filled the air.  Backing off for a moment, he lightly flicked his tongue across her swollen clit and fingered her with two fingers, watching as her body relaxed from the tension coiling inside her by slow degrees.  He splayed his free hand across her belly as he kept his touches light, until all the tension was gone from her body, and in one swift movement he pulled her clit into his mouth and curved his finger up to devil her spot.  She bucked under him, crying out in surprise and pleasure as he drove her hard and fast to the edge and beyond.  He lashed the tip of her clit with his tongue and stroked her faster until her whole body jerked, and she screamed, her fingers digging into the bed and her knuckles turning white as her body arched off the bed in bliss.

He released her sensitive cit and pulled his fingers out, taking a taste of the proof of her desire with a lick to one finger.  She tasted like sweet heat, like a rainstorm in August, and he wanted to feast on her forever.  He rose up over her, and she watched him with a sultry, satisfied look.  She raised her knee and nudged his shoulder with her hand, shifting to roll him to his back and sliding over top of him.  Her body hovered just over his as she leaned forward and licked across his lips.  Her tongue dipped inside his waiting mouth.

"Umm," she murmured with a slow smile, "we taste good together."

She made fast work of his jeans and leaned over to touch the hard length of him.  Her fingers were warm and firm as she fondled his cock, her thumb caressing the vein on the underside.  She kissed the smooth head before tonguing the broad expanse and catching the drop of pre-come. Each stroke of her tongue and fingers was one step closer to his undoing, and when she licked her lips and opened her mouth, sliding him easily into her mouth, he groaned and let himself go into the sensations for just a few moments.  It was all he could take.  She had one talented mouth.

His hands flew to her wrists, and he groaned, "Baby, please."

Their eyes met as she slid off his cock and moved gracefully up his body and kissed him.  Rolling her to her back, he kneed her legs open, and she wrapped them around his back, her heels lightly digging in.  He guided his cock into her depths, and their voices combined on long drawn out moans as he fought the tightness of her body until he was fully seated.  He savored the first stroke into her, the way she gripped him so tightly and perfectly, and the dewy, love-glazed look in her eyes.

"Mine," he growled, his hands wrapping around her shoulders.

Her nails abraded his flesh as she met his eyes and whispered, "Yours."

Flexing his hips, he pulled out of her until he was almost entirely free of her body before plunging back in.  She arched under him, her legs pulling him in further as her hands gripped him tight.  He pounded into her, reveling in the perfect ecstasy of her body, swiveling his hips until he found her sweet spot again and sent her plummeting over the edge with his name on her lips.  They moved together like mad beasts, their bodies meeting in hard pounding, thrusting movements that carried them closer and closer to completion.  One hand tangled in her hair pulled her head to the side to expose her neck while he drove the breath from her lungs.  He licked up the sweet, salty length of her and bit gently, loving her answering moan and the way her fingernails dug into his back.  His cock swelled inside her, and he increased the pace of his thrusts as he rode out her orgasm before his own thundered over him, hurtling him into sheer pleasure as he roared her name and his wolf echoed with a howl in his mind.

He shuddered as his cock emptied into her, and her hands smoothed over his sweat-slicked back and drew him down into her arms.  He cradled her, taking the brunt of his weight on his arms, settling his face in the crux of her neck.

“Worth the wait,” she whispered with a sex-roughened voice.

He lifted his head until he could look into her pretty, dark eyes.  Her lips were plump from kissing, her eyes were bright with contentment, and the blush still evident on her skin made her even more beautiful.  This woman was everything he’d ever wanted and things he hadn’t known existed wrapped up in a devastating package.  He was the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet, and he’d spend every second of his life proving he was worth that dewy, love addled look on her face.

Rolling them both, he cradled her into his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around her lithe body.  “Most definitely,” he promised, making a silent vow to see her so content and well-loved every night.

No short order, but he was just the wolf for the job.

Chapter 11

As Michael lay next to her, breathing deeply, she decided there wasn’t anything better than falling asleep with the man you love.  Fortunately, he didn’t snore.

She rolled to her side and looked at him in the darkness, her eyes adjusting to the bare light through the open windows.  He was incredibly handsome, and she was still reeling from the knowledge that he was all hers.  Wolves were possessive creatures, but the possession went both ways.  Yes, she was his, but he was hers, too.  Nothing would change that, and a caress of the love bites on her neck reminded her of his promise to mark her and that he meant to love her for the rest of his life.  No one had ever made a promise to her like that, had shown her the love and adoration that he did, and every minute spent with him just deepened her love.

Her stomach rumbled, and she slipped out of bed and headed to the kitchen to get something to eat.

He had a very
male
refrigerator.  It was at least as old as she was, with a beat up golden exterior and dingy white interior.  Raunchy magnets held up pictures of his family and friends, a glimpse into what made him tick.  He wasn't really a complicated man, but he was intensely protective of those that he loved, and she was really happy to be in that small group.

Opening the refrigerator, she found packages of deli meat and cheese, an enormous jar of dill pickles, a shelf full of condiments, and two shelves full of beer.  Pulling several things out, she set two plates on the counter and began to make sandwiches.  She piled hers with lean turkey, thinly sliced pickles and dijon mustard, and then made three for Michael, filled with rare roast beef, swiss, and mayo.

When his warm fingers touched her bare hip she didn't start.  Somehow, she was aware of him before he touched her.

"That's a lot of sandwiches, baby," he murmured, his lips grazing her ear as he spoke with a late night husky voice that made things low in her belly clench.

"I thought my mate might be a little hungry when he woke."

When she turned and handed him one plate, he gazed at the sandwiches in surprise and then gave her a smile that made her toes curl.  He was so damn sexy.

They sat on the couch and ate, trading stories about the best meal they'd ever had.  When they went back to the kitchen, she put the dishes in the sink and filled her glass with water.  "Before you," he drew his fingertip down the center of her arm, rubbing delicately at her elbow, "I never ate naked."

"Naked's best, baby," she winked with a laugh.

The moment she rested the glass on the counter, he jerked her against his body, and the evidence of his appreciation for their naked meal pressed into her belly.  "I've also never made love in the kitchen."

"Oh," she teased, "poor baby.  Too bad you don't have a kitchen table.  I've always wanted to have sex on the kitchen table."

He growled lightly and grabbed her around the waist, lifting her feet off the floor and stalking to the pool table.  In one motion, he put her on her feet and spun her to the table, pressing her palms into the green velvet top.  His voice tipped deeper, the hint of his beast rumbling underneath the teasing words, "I'll show you why pool tables are better than kitchen tables, Shyne."