Page 61 of Ignited

She moved her head, kissing his throat, and then along the muscle between his neck and his shoulder where wolves bit to claim their mates. Did she know that? The feel of her lips there sent a shiver through him.

He slid his hand up under her shirt, and she moved so he could cup her breast, tease her nipple, make her gasp with pleasure.

Her muscles rippled under his hands. Every movement ignited another spark in his body, stoked that ball of fire burning in his chest, a fire that hadn’t gone out since he’d seen her in the fight club.

Maybe not since the night of the carnival fire.

The darkness that had been rising up inside him receded, crowded out by her scent and her touch, her heat and her wildness.

He felt his wolf rising up, wanting to dominate her and adore her, make her his. He could feel his eyes going gold.

He wanted her. But not here, not in this dingy workroom, full of hard surfaces.

He swept her off her feet and carried her into the bedroom, sitting her on the edge of the bed, kneeling on the rug in front of her.

He moved to kiss her again, but she stopped him, cupping her hands around his face.

“I’m sorry you’re hurting,” she whispered, pressing her forehead to his. “Let me make you forget.”

Forget. Nothing made him forget, nothing made it better. Except whiskey, hunting and destruction.

Maybe she could. His beautiful tiger.

Every touch pushed the darkness away. Every kiss reminded him there was light.

The fact that she was here, that he’d saved her, said there was hope. Anyone could be saved. Even his brother. Even him.

Everything could be made right.

He reached out with one finger and traced her lips, her cheek, her forehead. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.

She looked surprised, like no one ever told her that. Maybe no one ever had.

Greedily, he wanted to be the first.

She’d spent so much time alone. And he’d spent so much time without someone to touch him, to see him. His wolf came alive inside him, as she stroked his skin like it was fur.

He kissed her again, deeper, slower, sinking into the warmth of her. They only paused long enough for her to reach down and pull her t-shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor.

Her breasts were perfect, small and soft and lickable. He sucked on her nipple and she began to purr, which made him fucking crazy.

He loved that sound, loved that she loved the way he touched her.

He kissed his way down her stomach, pushing her back on the bed. When he got to her underwear he grabbed them in his teeth and ripped them off with a shake of his head.

She laughed softly, and her fingers tangled in his hair. “Hello, Wolf.”

Her scent rose up around him, and he wanted to howl. Instead, he licked between her legs, very slowly, swirling his tongue and loving the soft sexy noises she made.

She was wet and slick and tasted amazing. He did it again, and she writhed underneath him. He lifted his mouth so his breath still tickled her. “You want more?”

“Yes. I want everything.”

He lapped at her pussy, holding her hips still until she was making strangled moans, clawing at his hair. When she said, “I’m going to kill you, Wolf,” he sucked on her clit until she came, wave after wave that made his dick iron hard.

He rested his head against her thigh as she took a deep, shuddering breath, and then she grabbed his arms and pulled him onto the bed, collapsing on top of her.

She snaked her arms around his neck and bit him lightly on the shoulder. “As your Tiger Queen, I command you to take your pants off.”