Page 137 of Big Bad Wolf

Low wolfy growl.

She laughed again. “Okay, fine. You win.” She settled back on her step, grabbing her mug from the top step and taking another sip. “You can cook again.”

Relieved wolfy sigh.

Ruby’s fingers sank into his fur, the weight of him reassuring against her. They sat like that until her coffee went cold and her butt went numb on the step and the body leaning against hers wasn’t an animal anymore.

She ran her fingers through Rafe’s hair and he smiled up at her.

“You’re going to get splinters in your ass.”

He rolled his eyes. “Not worried.” He sat up, his hands roving over her bare thighs.

“Aren’t you going to get dressed?” she asked as his lips found the soft skin of her neck. His teeth scraped along her throat, sending heat directly to her core.

“Seems silly,” he growled.

“To get dressed?” Her voice was breathy, giving away exactly how she felt about the futility of Rafe getting dressed.

“Why put clothes on to just take them off again?” She could feel his grin against her neck, his hands working their way up her skirt. The blanket fell from her shoulders; she was no longer cold.

“What about breakfast?”

“Fuck breakfast.”

The laugh escaping her lips quickly became a gasp as Rafe’s fingers found where her underwear was already soaked.

“I don’t know why you wear these.”

She didn’t either. Nine out of ten times her peaceful mornings ended exactly like this, with Rafe’s hands up her skirt and his teeth and tongue on her neck and her senses flung far up into the trees. It was a really good thing Rafe didn’t have any neighbors.

Especially since she hadn’t gotten over her desire to be chased, to be pinned down in the dirt by Rafe. If anything, her kink had only grown.

She shoved him away and took off down the steps. But her Mate was fast, breathing down her neck before she made it far.

“You gonna make me work for it today, brave girl?” he asked, his growl curling up in her belly like a pet.

He caught her before she was even out of his small yard, pressing her back to his front, his arm banded across her waist. “Want you too bad to chase you today.” He spun her, his hands rough, demanding.

His kiss was the same, urgent and hard against hers. She loved it, loved when he let go, when he stopped worrying about breaking her.

“Get on your knees for me,” he rasped, his voice rough in her ear. “Please, Ruby.” He kissed along her jawline, each nip of his teeth followed by the softness of his lips, his demand followed by a request.

Ruby dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands on his thick thighs. He towered over her, huge and solid, the sun streaking across his tanned skin. The muscles in his thighs twitched beneath her hands. She smiled up at him before she took him in her mouth.

A strangled groan escaped his lips. “Goddamn,” he said, his hands tightening in her hair.

She took him deeper, letting the silky hardness of him slide past her lips until he hit the back of her throat. She pulled back and then swallowed him again.

Over and over, she worked him from base to tip until his legs were trembling and her jaw was aching. Her lips tingled with the sensation of his skin coasting past them again and again. Her awareness distilled to the cold dirt under her knees and the tugging of his hands in her hair. The world had gone quiet except for Rafe’s words, skimming over her.

“So, so good. My brave girl. Take all of me.”

And she did. Over and over, she took him into her body like she could consume him, like she couldn’t remember doing anything but this. Rafe’s cock between her lips and nothing else. Nothing else existed.

Until Rafe tugged her back by her hair, angling her dazed gaze up to his.

“My Mate,” he growled and her swollen mouth tipped into a slow smile at his words. He dropped to his knees then, taking her mouth with his, his tongue replacing his cock. Ruby groaned and clutched at his bare shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh.