Page 29 of Bad Blood Wolf

Chapter 11

This time, he was the one who was soft. Soft kisses, soft murmurs, soft touches.

Jasmin never knew soft could be so sexy.

His body was hard and his spirit was wild, but he kept it all reined in. Instead of the violent headlong desperate need of a few hours ago, he coaxed her with his lips, his tongue, his fingertips.

Lips on her neck, finding all her tender, sensitive places.

Tongue sliding over her skin. Under her ear, down her spine, in the hollow of her collarbone.

Fingertips grazing the curves of her body. Ribs, hipbones, the small of her back. Thighs and breasts. Feather-light pressure, sizzling over her skin, spreading heat and lightning wherever they touched.

Brody took off his shirt and she leaned back against him. Skin to skin. Heat to heat.

Heat pooling in her belly, between her legs. Her shirt disappeared, and she was naked under his hands, turning boneless under those soft, deliberate touches.

She wanted more, and she never wanted it to stop.

He wound his fingers through her hair, stroking her body with it. It felt soft and silky and erotic, sliding over her skin, followed by more kisses. More swirls of his tongue, wet heat and cool breath.

She could feel his heart pounding, belying the slowness of his touch. She could feel him wanting her—the swell of his cock, the thunder of his blood. His fingers drifted up her thighs, stroking, stroking, stoking the fire between her legs.

The memory of him inside her made her belly clench. His mouth on her, his hot cock thrusting into her core, shattering her from the inside out.

She wanted that again. She wanted more. Wanted to taste him and touch him and draw him within her.

He laid her down on the bed, lifting her hands over her head and running his palms up the insides of her arms. He pinned her wrists lightly to the bed, lying against her and covering her mouth with his.

Slow. Leisurely. Exploring with his tongue. Tasting with his lips. Sucking her lower lip into his mouth, just barely grazing it with his teeth before taking her once more in a deep, soul-penetrating kiss.

Something inside Jasmin opened like a jungle flower. Heat and wet and intoxicating scents. Arousal and longing.

He freed her hands and rolled to the side, unfastening his jeans. She reached for him, cupping his muscular ass before sliding her hand around to free his swollen cock.

He sucked his breath in when she touched him, and his heartrate ratcheted up.

She pushed him over on his back. Her turn to go slow.

She took off his boots before she eased his jeans off. She raked her nails lightly over the inside of his thigh, watching his muscles clench. Her tongue followed in a slow lick from his knee to the crease of his hip.

He tasted of sweat and salt, and the unique musk that said Brody.

His cock was heavy, begging for a taste. She licked it, slowly, from the base to the tip, sliding the head into her mouth and out again.

His moan went straight to her sex. She licked and sucked, learning his scent and his taste, what made him writhe and moan and clutch at her shoulders, fist his fingers in her hair.

Without warning, he shifted position and pulled her hips around, spreading her thighs over his face. His tongue found her core while she still worked his shaft, and sensation shivered through her as they both gave and received pleasure simultaneously.

Jasmin felt her climax cresting, her whole focus on Brody’s lips and tongue caressing her pussy, and the feel and taste of his shaft in her mouth. She cried out, shuddering, her body shaking with emotion and sensation. He held her to him, licking at her as his hips bucked, and she forgot everything but the wild pulsing all through her.

When he had pulled every ounce of her climax from her, Brody lifted her hips and slid backwards. Before she had even recovered, he was on his knees behind her, thrusting into her entrance, so wet and ready for him.

He gave a long, low groan as he entered her, as if he’d been waiting his whole life for this. He pushed into her, his huge length filling her completely, holding her hips as he found a home inside her.

His thrusts were long and slow, immediately starting another rise of pleasure. Her jag was ecstatic, loving the feel of Brody behind her, the press of his hips kissing her buttocks with every thrust. She was snarling softly, with pleasure rather than anger, pushing backwards to take as much of him as she could.

Sexy wolf, strong and hard, soft and gentle. He was everything. So good. So fucking good.