Book 1 - Page 28 (1/2)

His fingers slid down her abdomen and then ma.s.saged her deeply, as if preparing her for his penetration, which she’d been d.a.m.ned ready for ever since she spied him at the zoo.

Again she arched against him, trying to force him to hurry. He throbbed against her and she fought biting him again to get him to oblige. “Devlyn,” she whimpered, bringing a devilish smile to his lips.

She growled in response. Two could play at this game. She attempted to work her hand between their moist bodies to his thickened length, but as soon as her fingers reached his navel, he grabbed her wrist, kissed her hand, and shook his head.

“Bad Bella.”

“Devlyn,” she groaned, the pleasurable ache of his actions killing her.

“If you touch me... “ His words trailed off and he worked his hand lower, tangling his fingers in her short curly hairs for a moment, and then dipped even lower.

But she didn’t want his fingers. She wanted his...

“Oh,” she moaned against his mouth when he kissed her hard and stroked her sensitive nub.

“Breathe, Bella,” he said, his tone of voice amused.

But she couldn’t breathe and feel the sensual strokes that filled her with a longing she clambered to reach... a peak of ecstasy that waited at the top, willing her onward.

Never had she thought being with him could feel like this. From their early days of nuzzling and playing, of nipping and biting, of his pinning her down, of her tackling him back... none of that had prepared her for the earth-shattering feelings he now stoked deep inside of her.

“Oh, Devlyn,” she whimpered against his mouth, loving the way he touched her, cared for her, wanted to make the s.e.xual experience last for her. He’d searched for her for years — not to return her to Volan, but to have her like this.

His accomplished strokes sent streaks of pleasure rifling through her like electricity zinging through hot wires, running to the source but not quite tapping into it.

She murmured his name, half pleading with him to finish her off, half wanting it never to end. His actions stimulated every s.e.xual nerve pathway at once and she moaned with deep satisfaction. Scaling the peak, her body trembled with spent pa.s.sion, contractions rippling through her in an unending stream.

His eyes clouded over as he slowly bore into her. She hadn’t expected him to be so large, or that she’d be so small. But every bit of him felt so good. Entering her gradually, he stretched her to the limit, penetrating her inch by inch.

“Breathe, Bella,” he whispered against her ear, sending a trickle of heat down her spine. “Relax, or I’ll never make it to your special chambers.”

She breathed deeply, unclenching her pelvic muscles. He kissed her lips. “Much, much better.”

Before she could prepare herself, he thrust deep, breaking the membrane. She gasped, unable to contain her surprise at the sting that followed, like a hornet’s hot poker thrust into the skin.

“Are you all... “

She covered his lips with hers and thrust her tongue deep inside his mouth. With her arms secure around his back, she pushed her pelvis higher. No words now. She wanted his seed, his babies, all of him. No going back.

Rocking the SUV back and forth simulated a boat on stormy seas, their heated breaths fogging the vehicle’s windows.

His Bella. She was saccharine and tangy, the old Bella, playful and ornery, and the new Bella, just as fiery, just as fun, but filling a burning need now that Devlyn couldn’t have fulfilled when they were young. How he loved her, from her long s.h.i.+ny red curls to her perfectly trimmed toenails. Every inch of her soft, curvy, warm, and needy body.

Although he still longed to make it last, her hands stroked his back to the base of his spine, drawing him to the peak. Her tongue tangled with his, teasing and sucking. The way her body moved against his, deepening his thrusts, pushed him to the top before he could control himself.

His seed exploded deep inside her, and she spoke his name in a sultry, exhaustive way against his mouth, her body trembling with renewed o.r.g.a.s.mic pleasure.

“Oh, Devlyn,” she moaned, her hands s.h.i.+fting from his hair to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, her body milking him of every last seed.

“I wanted you, Bella, always have,” he said and then encircled her nipple with his lips and sucked.

She ran her fingers through his hair. “I guess you kind of figured I had — “

Lifting his head, he raised his brows. “Loved me?”

“Had the hots for you. Couldn’t help myself. Once you kissed me — “

“I knew you’d never been kissed like that since.”

“You made it pretty hard for the compet.i.tion, stud.”

Nestling his face against her cheek, he hoped beyond hope he’d not hurt her too much. He’d wanted the experience to be the most pleasurable one she’d ever had.

Then, he wished to repeat the encounter until they were old and gray. He settled on top of her, their bodies warm and wet and tired. But alive. He’d never been so loved, so cared for, so desired. He loved every bit of her, the wild side and the tame. The cautious and the adventurous. For choosing him, when she could have had so many others. “Are you all right — “

“Considering we’re trying to catch a red lupus garou killer and Volan will want to murder us both for what we’ve just done... yeah, I’m all right.”

He ran his fingers over her abdomen in a sensual caress, sparking a surge of renewed interest. “I didn’t hurt you too much?”

Realizing his sole concern rested on how he’d made her feel, not about other world events, Bella smiled. How could she have not recognized how wonderful he’d make her feel? How sensitive he could be?

She quickly squashed that reasoning. The dread of losing him in a confrontation with Volan had been all that had weakened her resolve to have Devlyn. She gritted her teeth, unable to shake the concern that Devlyn might still learn how someone had shot Volan and he died, the only way he could, from silver bullets. Well, snapping his neck would work, too, or drowning, but no way could she have killed him in either manner.