“Mmm. Maybe.”
“That’s not an answer.” His hand slid up from her waist, fingers trailing along her ribs with deliberate slowness. “Let me help you decide.”
Emma’s breath caught as his touch grazed the underside of her breast. “That’s... one way to wake up.”
“The best way.” His lips found the curve of her neck, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin there. “Although I’m open to suggestions.”
She turned in his arms, facing him in the dim light of the captain’s cabin. His blue eyes were heavy-lidded but alert, watching her with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. Even rumpled from sleep, his golden fur mussed and his mane sticking up at odd angles, he was devastatingly handsome.
Unfair,she thought.Completely unfair.
“Good morning,” she said.
“It is now.” He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that started soft and quickly deepened. His hand slid down her back,cupping her rear and pulling her flush against him. The evidence of his arousal pressed against her belly, hard and insistent.
Emma moaned into his mouth, her fingers threading through his hair. She would never get tired of this—the way he kissed her like she was something precious, the way his body responded to her touch, the way he made her feel desired and cherished and wanted in a way she’d never experienced before.
“We should check on Ari,” she managed between kisses.
“She’s fine. I can hear her.” His enhanced hearing was occasionally inconvenient, but right now Emma was grateful for it. “Still sleeping.”
“And your route check?”
“Can wait.” His mouth moved down her jaw, her throat, the hollow of her collarbone. “This can’t.”
She laughed, the sound turning into a gasp as his hand slipped between her thighs. “Someone’s impatient this morning.”
“I’ve been impatient since the moment I met you.” He lifted his head, meeting her eyes with that burning intensity. “Every day I want you more. Every night I think it can’t get better. And then it does.”
The sincerity in his voice made her heart clench. This man—this impossible, infuriating, wonderful man—had somehow become the center of her world. She’d known him for barely two weeks, and yet she couldn’t imagine her life without him.
“Show me,” she whispered. “Show me how much you want me.”
His answering growl vibrated through her as he shifted, rolling her onto her back and settling between her legs. The warmweight of him pressed her into the mattress, his fur a soft caress against her sensitive skin. His tail curled around her thigh, the tip flicking teasingly against her inner knee.
“Your wish,” he murmured against her lips, “is my command.”
Then he was kissing her again, his mouth hungry and demanding, his hands mapping her body with familiar confidence. She arched into his touch, her own hands exploring the defined muscles of his back and shoulders, feeling the power coiled beneath the soft fur.
When his mouth closed over her breast, she gasped, her fingers tightening in his mane. He teased her nipple with his tongue, then his teeth, the slight edge of pain intensifying the pleasure. Her hips rose instinctively, seeking more contact, and he obliged, grinding his cock against her entrance.
“Doren,” she panted. “I need?—”
“I know what you need.” He kissed his way down her body, nipping at her stomach. “I always know.”
His tail moved higher, slipping between her legs to stroke her clit with the same rhythm as his tongue. She cried out, her body clenching around nothing, desperate for the fullness only he could provide.
“Please,” she begged, not caring how desperate she sounded.
He looked up the length of her body, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. “As you wish.”
He flipped her over on her hands and knees fast enough to make her dizzy, then positioned himself at her entrance. The broad head of his cock pressed against her, and she held her breath, waiting for the delicious stretch. He entered her with exquisiteslowness, giving her body time to adjust to his size, until he was fully seated within her.
They stayed like that for a moment, joined, as he stroked her hand down her back and over the soft curves of her add. Then he began to move, his strokes long and deep, each one sending waves of pleasure through her. His tail continued its teasing at her clit, and the dual sensations quickly drove her higher and higher. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, her whole body focused on the pleasure building at her core.
When the first barb extended from the base of his cock, it sent a spark of sensation through her, pushing her closer to the edge. He groaned, his fingers gripping her hips as he increased his pace.
“Fuck, Emma,” he growled, the sound more animal than man. “You’re so perfect.”
