A Wolf's Fate (A BBW Shapeshifter Romance): The Holiday Ball by Marie Mason

kissing her lips tenderly. “Sssh,” he urged. Damn it, he hadn’t meant to make her cry. He traced the curve of her eyebrows, her cheekbone, and her jawline with his mouth. “I love you, pretty pixie,” he whispered hoarsely.
    Gunner drew back and watched her with those golden brown eyes. Watching. Waiting. Waiting so patiently, Autumn thought, her silent wolf. She clasped the side of his jaw and he turned his head, placing a kiss in the center of her palm. It was the gentlest of expressions but one that sent a sharp arrow of pain to her heart.
    What would she have done if he had never found her?
    “Wasn’t ever going to happen.”
    Autumn mimicked his earlier touch. Her mouth traced his eyebrow, rubbing over the raised skin that split it near the end. He closed his eyes as she brushed her tongue over his lip, tracing the scar.
    “Don’t,” he ordered harshly, whipping his head away.
    “Oh, Gunner.” She ignored his order and ran the tips of her fingers along the swathe of silvery tissue. “You see failure while the world sees only a grave sacrifice.”
    “Poor wolvie.” She brushed her lips against his scar again. The gesture was so disarming that a small whine emanating from his wolf. Wanting more, no doubt, thought Gunner. He realized he was leaning forward, asking for her touch. He bent his head and kissed her. Their lips met in the briefest of whispers, the softest touch. The sweetness of a promise. It was a slow, emotional filled kiss, but more erotic than anything they had shared during the night. She opened her mouth and touched the tip of her tongue to his. Then, suddenly, neither of them could think of anything else.
     
    He tugged her to edge of the mattress, urging her to sit up. He’d removed her hose and heels sometime during the night and now she was completely bare to his gaze and his touch. He gripped the back of her neck beneath her hair. The long strands fell down her back. She shivered as they danced along her bare skin. Then he pressed himself between her thighs. He growled half in playfulness and half in passion as he presented his need to her. It was, he thought, so damn intoxicating, standing before her, aroused to the point of pain, anticipating her touch.
    “Suck me, Autumn. Make me come in your mouth.”
    His dirty words were all Autumn needed to hear to make her pussy cream. She placed her hands on his hips, her thumbs caressing the muscled Apollo’s belt at his waist. She leaned forward and placed an openmouthed kiss right above the patch of dark hair surrounding his cock. Ignoring the needy flesh. She licked upward, following the natural masculine flow of his body. She pulled him closer until his dick was pressed against the warmth between her breasts. That brought a growl and sharp thrust against her upper body from her mate. Once she had explored him with her tongue, tracing and laving his lower stomach, she pushed him back again. His cock sprung free, butting against her chin. She bent her head, catching just the very tip in her mouth and sucking gently before letting it drop from her mouth.
    He growled again and buried both of his hands in her hair, trying to force her to take him in her mouth.
    “Patience, my wolf. Patience.” She repeated the words he’d spoken last night, smiling up at him. Gunner felt a shiver of such overwhelming need race through him his knees lost their strength and he thought he was going to make a fool of himself and go down right in front of her. He’d already taken her—more than once—and yet the hunger just kept growing. He toyed with the silky strands of her hair, twining them around his fingers, watching them shimmer in his hands.
    “I want to taste you,” she whispered. “You’re so soft and smooth on the surface, but so damn hard when you come inside me.” The sensual caress of her fingers and the pictures she conjured with her words made his back bow and his hands tremble.
    “Aaah, yes. Touch me there.” His ass clenched as her