Every inch of his superb physique was corded with thick ropes of muscle. She ran her hands down his back, tracing the ripples as he moved on top of her. His denim covered cock pressed against her core, teasing her with promises of pleasure to come.
Too many clothes stood between them, too many restraints. No sooner had she had that thought then he’d reared up as if he’d read her mind. He worked her blouse open and removed his t-shirt at the same time so that she could look and touch to her heart’s content.
“So beautiful, nushe,” he grunted, freeing one berry-tipped mound from the confines of her ugly, but comfortable support bra, “so sweet.”
“Yes,” she echoed the sentiment.
Her eyes ate up every tanned inch of his gloriously hot body. Fingers traced his pecs, arms, and abs, so immersed was she that she hardly knew what he was doing until she felt his mouth close over her breast.
Fergie moaned aloud as he suckled the hardened nub. Spikes of pleasure shot through her. They were both panting with desire by the time his head came up. She was truly desperate now. She wanted him to shuck away the rest of their clothing, to bury himself deep within her heat.
“Want you, nushe,” he growled.
“Yes,” she groaned her assent as he released her nipple only to lick the valley between her breasts, upwards to her neck, her chin, and back to her open mouth.
“You taste like marzipan,” he whispered kissing her and molding her flesh to his hands.
She’d never had anything like this happen to her. What was this godlike man doing with a chubby ginger like her? He pulled away from her, blue eyes scowling at her.
“You’re fucking gorgeous. Every strand of that fiery mane of yours, every curve of this spectacular body is perfect. You were made for me, nushe, and this,” he cupped her sex, “this is mine. I’m going to take you here with my mouth, my fingers, and my cock. You want that?”
She swallowed hard and nodded her head. Yes, she wanted that. Wanted him. So damn much.
“Gonna make you come so hard you won’t remember your name.”
“It’s Fergie,” she whimpered.
She was uncertain whether or not she’d told him her name before, but if they were going to do this, she wanted to make sure he’d damn well remember it.
“My name is Fergie McAndrews.”
“You are mine, sweet Fergie McAndrews,” he growled and brought her mouth to his, the hand on her throat tightening ever-so-slightly, “if you want me to stop, tell me now, because once I start, there isn’t a thing in heaven or earth that will stop me from claiming you.”
Chapter 7
There. He explained it, Storm thought as he gazed into his mate’s gleaming butterscotch eyes.
She was so fucking beautiful. His mind was a buzzing whirl of activity with ways to please her. Like all the cogs in his clock decided to activate at once, and every single one of them was focused on one thing. Her.
Fuck, he was trembling like a green pup. His dick hard as steel, he whined with need as he brushed his cloth-covered hardness against her. The Wolf inside him growled, pressing against his skin. The beast wanted out, to take part in the claiming.
True, Kingston had warned him against doing just that, but Storm knew what he was doing. Fuck it all, he thought, that damned interfering Dragon could not stop him now.
Not when his sweet mate was moaning enticingly against his invading tongue. She was so sinfully sexy, he damn near spilled his seed in his pants. He wasn’t going against orders. Not exactly. Kingston said Storm had to explain the situation to his mate before he could claim her.
Well, he just did. Didn’t he? All he needed was her answer.
“Well, nushe? Will you let me have you?” he asked, a slight tendril of fear that she’d reject him held him still.
“Yes please,” she whispered and covered his chin, his neck, and finally, his mouth with whisper light kisses.
That was it. He had her assent. Storm growled and took control of her kiss. He was now a Wolf on a mission. Pressing her down into the bed, he hovered above her luscious form. Then he moved.
Tearing the jeans from his overheated body, he was gratified to see the widening and apparent appreciation in her big brown eyes as she took in his naked form.
He was fascinated by that look. Storm had never seen eyes that particular shade of brown. They were more like molten caramel than chocolate, maybe honey or butterscotch were better descriptions.
Whatever. He was a Wolf not a poet. All he knew was her eyes were incredible. Beautiful and bright, and in the center of each was a ring of amber flame. His nushe was fiery inside and out. A spicy little morsel, and his alone.
Storm licked the seam of his lips as he took in her own spectacular form from head to toe. She was a curvy goddess of a woman. The perfect mate and exactly what he’d always wanted. He tugged her bra off, using his razor sharp claws to cut through the wide straps of the functional underwear.
It was a plain, simple garment, but he found it sexy as hell. Besides, it was the treasures it kept hidden from him that held his true interest. Storm growled softly. He looked his fill before reaching out a hand to touch.
She was pale there and on her soft belly, unlike the lightly tanned skin across her chest and arms. Another slice, and away fell her torn skirt leaving her in nothing except a pair of pretty little pink panties. Too bad those had to go too.
His female, his Fergie, he thought, testing the sound of her name in his mind, whimpered as he skimmed the sensitive flesh of her stomach with his lips and fingertips. He’d already stroked along her sweet sex, but now he would claim her with his mouth.
Face to face with the tiny swatch of damp cloth that attempted to hide his prize from him, he took a deep breath. The scent of her arousal mixed with the subtle almond sweetness that was all her reached his sensitive nostrils.
His inner Wolf howled and snapped his jaws, demanding the man do something already. He leaned closer and placed his open mouth on her heat, sucking her plump lips through the thin cotton covering.
Mine. The sentiment echoed through him like a trumpet blast. He sucked again. Hard. Fergie bucked her hips and gasped. Her wide eyes met his, and a louder growl reverberated through him. Storm snagged her panties in his fingers and tugged until they snapped.
“Mine,” he growled aloud.
His sweet nushe nodded her head and Storm’s Wolf howled in triumph. Keeping her eyes locked with his, he dipped down to taste her honey sweet nectar straight from the source. Fergie nearly bucked him off of her, that was how strong his little mate truly was, as he lapped at her heat. But Storm held true, swallowing down every drop of her moisture until it ran down his chin.
His sweet Fergie’s hands found his hair, but she wasn’t tugging him away. Oh no, not his nushe. He growled in delight as she shoved him closer, grinding her sex on his face, chasing the satisfaction only he could deliver.
He felt the first ripple of her release and went for broke, knowing he had to strike while she was high on pure pleasure. Storm reared up, gripping his cock at the base, he placed himself at her entrance.
He met her eyes looking for any sign of discomfort or change of heart and thankfully found none. Fuck, she felt good as he pressed inside her slickness. Perfect, he thought and sunk into her velvet heat deeper.
So deep. He stretched her tightness until she fit him like a glove. Out he inched, mourning the temporary loss of her sublime sex, and growling his pleasure when he drove in once again. In and out, he repeated the move. Withdraw, enter with hard, precise flexes of his hips that had them both grunting.