“Lick me,” I beg him. “I need it.”
The bastard chuckles, and I find my fingers clawing into my comforter to keep from shoving his head south.
I’m a second away from cursing him or maybe begging again when I finally feel a touch against my center. Two fingers spread my folds, and a moment later, there’s pressure against my opening. His tongue. Roderick is teasing me with his gloriously talented tongue, and my hips are back to jerking in frustrated pleasure.
Everything he’s doing feels so good, setting my nerves to buzzing, making my muscles clench in preparation for a climax.One that hovers, just out of reach, because he’s not touching me in the one spot I need to fall over that edge.
“My clit!” I gasp as he sinks a finger inside me.
“What about it?” he asks, as if he doesn’t know.
I prop myself on my elbows to glare down at where he rests between my thighs, leisurely stroking his touch in and out.
“Do you need some help finding it?” I try to sound playfully taunting, but really, I’m just needy and breathless.
I want that pleasure from Roderick. I want the goodness of this night to outshine every dark shadow of my past.
Show me what I could have. Give me everything to fix myself.
Firm lips wrap around my clit and suck. Hard. And he doesn’t stop until my body cracks to pieces. Good thing my house is so far from everything because I scream like a woman getting murdered. Every muscle tenses and releases, the ecstasy flowing through me.
Roderick leaves off, climbing onto the bed beside me, grabbing a condom from my bedside table before gathering me to his chest, holding me steady. Quivers are still shaking through me when Roderick draws my leg over his hip. Gently, as if worried I might shatter if he moves too fast, Roderick pushes his thick length inside me. The fullness sets off aftershocks that have me wondering if I’m going to immediately come again.
With a man between my legs that can turn into a literal animal anytime he wants, I fully expect him to go wild right now. To drive himself deep, pound into me relentlessly.
But he doesn’t. Roderick’s thrusts could be described as leisurely. Tilting my head back to meet his eyes, I find that the stony, emotionless expression he most often sports is nowhere to be found.
His gaze is intense, holding a mess of emotions I can’t begin to decipher.
Do I even want to?
My own tangle of uncertainty has me burying my face in the man’s neck. I don’t want him to see something I’m not sure I’m ready to admit to.
Everything between us is intense. Heavy. As he slides out of me, I fight the rabid urge to dig my nails into his ass and demand he stay inside. Not that he’s fully leaving when, a second later, he’s sliding home again.
The steadiness of his movements, the puff of his breath, the strain in the muscle at his neck do things to me. Things that feel good. Things that scare me.
Suddenly, a surge of panic rises in my chest. Not enough to cause an attack, but enough that I’m desperate for a way to regain my control. Driving my palms into his chest and giving a mighty flex of my thighs, I shove Roderick on his back and straddle him.
“Juliet.” He groans my name as I rock my hips.
And just as quickly as I felt myself detaching from this experience, I am right back in it.
My werewolf cups my ass, helping me move up and down his length. With one hand braced on his chest, I sneak the other down to my pleasure spot. My clit is too sensitive from my first orgasm to be touched directly, so instead, I just cup myself, spreading the pressure.
That’s exactly what I need.
“You close?” Roderick’s voice is hoarse as he stares up at me. “’Cause I can’t hold back much longer.”
“Almost there,” I pant. Just need the steady motion, the perfect sensation set on repeat.
So close. Just one … more … second …
This time, I don’t have enough air to scream. All that makes it out is a choked gasp. Luckily, Roderick follows close after witha string of muttered cursing. I collapse over his chest, and his arms clutch me to him with an almost-desperate embrace.
Then, all the tension drains out of his body, his lungs releasing air in a deep sigh, bringing with it one word.
“Mine.”
