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

down his chest, stopping to touch his scars. Tease his nipples. Admire his incredible six-pack. She would have to ask him about his workout routine. They could sell it and make millions.
    She squeezed him again and his hands closed over her hips. He uttered something in a language she didn’t understand. But she got the gist just by looking in his eyes. He was losing it. And she was torturing him.
    Quickly, his hands slid upward, cupped her breasts, then settled again on her hips. Somehow, in the course of one night he’d given her the confidence she’d been looking for her whole life. This handsome wolf had the power to slow her wayward thoughts and make her feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet.
    It was time to return the favor.
    Giving him what she hoped was a sexy smile, she placed her hands atop his. “You’d better hold on to me,” she murmured. “I’m indestructible.”
    Then she proceeded to lift and slide down his cock, faster and faster. Her thighs protested the speed. She tightened his grip on his hands, letting his strength hold her. He started growling.
    His gorgeous brown eyes were almost black, locked on her face. She panted from the exertion and felt her climax winding up. Climbing higher around a spiral. Higher and higher. Such sweet, delicious friction. The sexy sound rumbling from his chest, possessive and primitive. His body began to tighten like a snare. Arms, torso, thighs.
    “Now, vamp. Now.”
    His words sent her hurtling over the edge. She let out a little squeal, her head dropping back. Bliss. Pleasure. Heavy… so heavy.
    Beneath her his body tightened further, every muscle and tendon going tight as bone. He growled out his release, his chin jutting toward the ceiling as he crushed her hips between his hands. She took the bruising pressure in stride as she came down from the exquisite high.
    Maxim Ciolek had no right to be that sexy. No right at all. Even in the midst of a most primitive release, he was handsome enough to steal her breath and her heart.
    She smiled down at him, but his eyes were still closed, his chest rising and falling. He really was unlike any man she’d ever known.
    Utterly spent, she collapsed on his chest, falling asleep almost instantly.
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
    Maxim lounged against the plush headboard, surrounded in the darkness, watching the beautiful vampiress sleep. She was so innocent and small in his bed. Beautiful and pure. Well, he’d taken some of her purity, but she didn’t seem to hold it against him.
    With the shades drawn, the light of day was blocked out, keeping them safely ensconced in a cocoon. He wanted to stay this way. Warm and mellow from lovemaking. The relief from release made him feel light and happier than he’d been in a long time. The look of absolute pleasure on her face as she’d come would be something he’d never forget.
    He had to see it again.
    She nestled closer and tucked a hand beneath her cheek. She’d all but come apart in his arms. And yet, she obviously felt comfortable enough with him to sleep by his side, trusting him to protect her.
    His human side reasoned that she didn’t have much to fear on Mystic Isle. Rules were rules, and here, with Charles Latham on constant watch, the rules were obeyed. No fighting. No weapons.
    But his more primitive side realized how vulnerable a young, beautiful woman was. And she obviously feared demons. Or… she had until he’d stepped in.
    Tipping his head back against the wall, he stared up at the ceiling. He couldn’t believe the way she’d taken over. Her strength and stealthy roll to his back had surprised him, but in a good way. With her on top he hadn’t worried about hurting her. Not to mention, he could see more of his favorite parts.
    He liked that she was gaining confidence in herself. Liked that she’d taken her pleasure.
    Again , his wolf demanded.
    Oh, they’d definitely be doing that again. He’d let her rest a little longer, maybe call down for room