“I don’t think he’d hurt me,” Sara said quietly. “He didn’t when he fought the she-wolf and he didn’t when you came to my defense with Baylor. And the wolf was wounded then.”
“But I feel him pacing, ready to spring,” Lucas answered. “I can’t take a chance on hurting you. We’d better get dressed.”
“No.”
“No?”
Sara took his hand and placed it on her breast. “You were holding me like this when I woke up. Did your wolf growl at that? I want you to continue what that dream started.”
He stared at her. “You were dreaming too?”
She inhaled sharply. “It was real then?”
“Mind link.” A finger gently traced the outline of her cheek. “Are you really willing to take a risk with me?”
Like she hadn’t been trying to tell him that since Day One? “Try me. You and the puppy.”
“At least let me take you to a motel.”
“No. Now.”
His eyes blazed molten gold. He took the jacket he’d been lying on and tucked it under her and then eased her down on the makeshift mattress. He removed the gold cross he always wore. “It gets in the way,” he said as she raised an eyebrow.
Lucas slanted his mouth over hers, tasting her with slow, gentle pressure, catching her lower lip between his teeth before teasing her with his tongue. She parted her lips, but he moved upward, raining tiny kisses across her eyelids and cheek and then nibbling on her ear. Sara moaned as he licked the delicate spot beneath her earlobe and then trailed a series of tiny, light bites down her neck.
He returned to her mouth, more demanding this time as his hand pushed her T-shirt up, and he cupped a breast. He deepened the kiss as he rolled a nipple between thumb and forefinger, causing her to whimper deep in her throat.
Sara wrapped her arms around his neck, fisting his thick hair as she met the deep thrusts of his tongue with her own. She swirled her tongue around his as he continued his exploration of her mouth and was rewarded with a groan from him and a stronger kneading of her cupped breast.
He broke the kiss to lift her slightly and pull the T-shirt over her head. For a moment, he just gazed at the soft pale mounds of her breasts, the nipples already hard and red and waiting for him. He traced his fingertips around one of them, allowing only the pad of his thumb to lightly brush over the tip. He leaned down and let his tongue flick over the other one, and both breasts suddenly felt heavy and full. He blew his warm breath over the wet nub, fanning Sara’s desire for more of his touch.
“Please!” she said, “More!”
Lucas grinned. “In time.”
He began a slow, deliciously agonizing torture of her breasts, his hands stroking the sides, then cupping and kneading, while his tongue circled lazily around the aureole of each one, occasionally lapping at a nipple. Sara arched her back, silently begging him to suckle her. As if reading her mind, he fiendishly licked his way down her stomach, leaving her breasts achy with need. He reamed her navel with his tongue and she gasped. Nibbling his way up, he pushed her breasts together and flicked his tongue from one nipple to the other. And then, when she was about ready to scream from sheer desire, his mouth closed over one hard bud and he began to suckle.
As he continued attention to her nipples, Sara mewled and raked her nails along his back. He pressed more tightly to her side, his erection a steel rod against her thigh, and his hand slid down her stomach and beneath her silk panties. His large palm massaged her mound in slow circles, bringing enough pressure on the sacral chakra to inflame an already throbbing core. She bucked against his hand and he pulled more deeply on the soft breast.
By the Dagda, she felt good! And his wolf had made no move, although at the moment he doubted the beast could be any more feral than he felt. He slid a finger between her folds and she gasped and lifted her hips. When he pulled her panties downand trailed his hand up her inner thigh, she opened her legs for him and he slipped a finger into her, watching her face as she shuddered in delight.
In a fluid motion, he shifted position, placing himself between her knees. Her eyes opened wide as he spread her legs farther and then lifted one over each of his shoulders as he bent to enjoy his feast.
Sara felt deliciously exposed, her legs splayed wide, Lucas’ hands holding her open. A torrid fire flamed deep inside of her. And then he brought his head down. Sara thought she would explode from sheer passion. Her body quivered and she felt the climax building. Just a little more… Just… Oh! Sara’s body stiffened as the contraction took her and then a thousand lights exploded inside her head as she found her frenzied release.
The wolf threw up its head and howled.
She lay panting, trying to slow the beating of her heart. Lucas sat up between her legs and lowered her thighs to his. He tilted his head. “How did I do?”
For a moment she was tempted to play it casual and get that self-satisfied male smirk off his face. But he was too good and she didn’t want to play games. “Ask me again when my body stops tingling.”
Lucas grinned and reached for his pants. It took Sara a moment, in her afterglow, to realize what he was doing. She sat up and put a hand on his arm.
“We’re not through yet. We haven’t—”
He laid a finger across her mouth. “The wolf almost burst free,” he said with a sigh, “and that was only in my watching you come. I can’t take a chance on hurting you just at the moment that I would have no control of my own. Much as it pains me, love, we are finished.”
Pain. He had to be in real pain. She could see his huge shaft jutting out, straining to be released from his briefs. “I thinkyou’re wrong,” she said. “I don’t think your beast would hurt me at all. But if you’re going to be stubborn, at least let me do something about this.” She laid her hand on the steel-like rod that jerked to attention.
