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“I get that. You are the player.”
He smelled her sudden jealousy. “I play piano, but I don’t play women.”
“I apologize for coming on to you. I don’t know what came over me.”
He sat next to her. “Apology not necessary.”
Emma put out her hand to shake. “Okay, so we’re on the same page, comrade.”
He took her hand and kissed it. “No. Not the same page. You are more than comrade.”
“Oh?”
Nik thumbed her lips. “Emma, it’s you and only you I desire.”
“You do know the rules between an alpha werewolf and a human, right?”
He crinkled a smile. “Fuck rules.”
Emma took off his shirt, and he helped her out of hers. He released a low rumble of desire as he gazed at her round breasts and peaked nipples. He gently suckled a nipple, while squeezing the other. He gazed up. “Krasivaya.”
Emma threw her head back, closed her eyes and moaned in satisfaction.
His fingers drifted toward the soft folds of her dampness.
She mewed, “Don’t stop.”
“Not until I send you to the moon and back.”
Emma couldn’t believe she broke her new rule of never getting involved with a partner, especially one of the wolfish persuasion, but here she was, about t
o have sex with a hot werewolf. Werewolves, by nature, were easily aroused and far more sexual than humans. She’d opened the floodgates and after all was said and done, it was her fault. With all her training, she knew better. She blamed the intoxication of being on an island paradise in a shitload of danger with the hottest werewolf she’d ever laid her eyes on. His fingers squeezed her tender folds, and her rationalization went out the window. “Oh, Nik.”
He gently pressed Emma on her back over the silk blankets on the bed. He stood over her. His ripped six-pack, broad chest, muscled thighs, and toned arms had to be every woman’s wet fantasy. Not to mention his gorgeous eyes that gazed over her naked body as if searching for what part of the meat he should bite into. Hungry like the predator he was. “You are so beautiful.”
She sat up on her elbows. “Remove your shorts,” she ordered.
Nik slipped out of his shorts. His blatant arousal, so deliciously masculine, demanding her attention. His chest heaving, a hint of fur on his arms, told her she played with fire, a forest fire. His eyes glistened in the dim light. At five feet four inches, she had never felt so small against his six foot five inch frame.
“My, what a big shaft you have,” she quipped.
“The better to make love to you.” Nik climbed on top and held her arms up in a vise grip.
Emma spread her legs to accommodate him, enjoying his pure masculine dominance. She had only experienced vanilla sex, but now, with a werewolf lover, she desired to experience what making love to a strong beast would be like. A desire she’d never thought she’d fulfill, at least not with a forbidden lycan.
Nik gently nibbled her neck, sending a shiver through her core. Helpless, she wanted him to plunge his erection into her, but instead, it pressed against her belly as if teasing her. “Please, I need you.”
He growled. “I like that you are not a patient woman.”
“I am, except for now,” she rasped.
Still holding her arms above her head, he eased into her. He mumbled in Russian and then rumbled something that sounded more wolfish.
She accepted each thrust. So close. So close. And then—she convulsed into spasms of ecstasy. Was that me screaming his name?
Nik stiffened and joined her in bliss. Together they rode out the intense spasms until they dissipated into tender pleasure. He kissed her and drew her against his broad shoulder.
Emma sighed in satisfaction. Temporary as it might be, it felt good to lay against such a masculine man.
