A Werewolf to Call Her Own (Mystic Isle, Book 2) by Selena Blake Page A

could even surge through her system, before she could compute how alarming that was, he was across the room, pressing a button that had blackout shades sliding into place. The room was cast in inky darkness, and it took less than a second for her eyes to adjust. She watched him walk to the dresser and flick on a small lamp. The warm glow was, in a word, romantic.
    And just like that, the anxiety was gone. Calm and a deep sense of rightness came over her as she shifted atop the mattress so her head was on a pillow.
    He stalked her again. This time he was gloriously naked, a look of concentration on his face. Desire in his eyes and a tiny but potent smile gracing his lips.
    He didn’t stop to ask questions. Merely kissed her. Deeply. His body aligned with hers, big and strong as he reached between her legs and trailed a single finger down her slit. She spread her thighs and clasped his shoulders. The protruding digit eased inside her, stretching her. He fucked her with it. Slowly. Too slowly. She shifted her hips. Not enough.
    “More,” she said against his lips.
    A second finger joined the first and he picked up the pace. She bore down on the fingers as best she could, feeling frantic and alive. On fire for him. How did he -- do that?
    She arched her back, loving the way the coarse hair on his chest tickled her nipples. “Max --” The words died as he nipped her lower lip.
    She was so startled she missed the fact that he withdrew his fingers. But he didn’t leave her empty long. The thick head of his penis nestled against her pussy. His lips swallowed her sigh.
    Slowly, his hips pushed forward, embedding his cock. At the same time his hands caressed her, touching her all over. Fingers tweaked her nipples, making her writhe beneath him. They skimmed her sides, ran the length of her thighs. He kissed her too. Her neck, shoulders, chin. But the whole time, sliding deeper inside of her. Stretching her until at last, he stopped.
    He lifted his head, and she saw the tense look of concentration there. His dark eyes locked on hers and the intimacy kicked up another notch. She smiled, then shifted so she could wrap her arms around his neck. The position left her breasts bare against his chest, flush and completely exposed to him. She ran her fingers through his hair, memorizing the feel of him, then tugged him down for a kiss.
    This time she nipped his lower lip and a full body jerk shook him, driving him deeper. She closed her eyes, moaning. That felt so good. So whole. She needed more. Needed for him to move, to take her. Not like a scared little virgin but a woman whose passion equaled his own.
    She started to tell him, but a thought bounced into her head. She’d show him.
    Gathering her strength, she dropped her left foot to the bed and pushed off, rolling them over. When she was on top of him, hair hanging down around them, creating an intimate curtain, his eyebrows were high. She laughed softly.
    “You take too long.” And she’d waited for this even longer.
    A little unsure of herself, she lifted off his cock and slid back down. He threw his head back into the pillow, groaning. His fingers flexed against her thighs, and then he reached between them and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Her inner muscles tightened around him and he groaned again, low and not exactly human.
    Oh she liked that. A lot .
    She squeezed him again.
    The delicious sound rumbled from his chest.
    “Vamp… you’re messing with fire.”
    “Really?” she asked, feigning innocence. “I thought I was messing with the big bad wolf.”
    She leaned forward and placed a kiss in the center of his chest. Feeling braver, she nipped his skin. Then she looked up at him through her lashes.
    He was so handsome with a fine sheen of sweat. Sweat she’d caused, that they’d worked up together. She wanted to make this good for him because she was pretty sure he was off the charts when it came to this sort of thing.
    Straightening, she raked her fingers gently