Captive Wolf (Werewolf Erotic Romance) (Amber in Darkness #1) by Julianne Reyer Page B

a scar marring his shoulder. It looked deep, starting just below his nipple, stretching up over his collar bone, and disappearing down his shoulder blade. No human would live long enough to have such a brutal reminder.
    "What happened?"
    "It's nothing."
    It was a lie of course. Any wound that extended further than the palm of her hand would be the exact opposite of nothing . It would have taken months for him to recover from such a strike, as bone reknitted, muscles reattached, and organs healed. Regardless of his supernatural abilities, it was so close to his heart, she was perplexed that he had survived at all.
    Shaking his head, he pulled her hand away. Then he flipped her palm up and rubbed his thumb over the triangle shaped burn in her flesh.
    His eyes flicked up to hers. "Who did this?"
    Please , she thought. Don't let him ask that . It would just make things even more complicated. She didn't want to think about them right now. If anything, the grim possibilities just made her desire flare in response: urgent, determined, hasty. There might never be another chance for her. It had to be now.
    "I guess we all have our secrets." Shrugging out of his grip, she slid her fingertips into the waistband of his jeans. "Can I help you out of these?"
    He squinted back at her but amusement flashed on his face. "Sure."
    Austin cleared his throat. Amber glanced back to find the vampire's eyes glittering and eager as she unbuckled Scott's belt.
    "Impatient are we?" She gave a giggle before freeing the clasp and hastily pulling the fly down.
    A graceful fingertip traced down her back, sending delightful shivers through her spine. Austin touching her, finally. Gentle and encouraging, urging her on.
    Then he hummed under his breath as Scott's large cock sprang free from his pants. "He is gorgeous."
    It wasn't easy to look away from the mouthwatering erection, but her eyes darted to Austin, just for a second. The point of a sharp, white tooth pressed into his pale lip, exposing his fascination, his hunger. A flush of heat sent a thrill up her spine. They were all drifting closer now, heady and saturated with scent; the three of them, skirting the edge of a cliff.
    Scott laughed, stepping out of his clothes. "Get a good look while you can." He ran his fingers over the curve of Austin's hip. "Because I'm going to bury this in you."
    Air hissed through Austin's teeth as Scott's hand moved to the cleft of his rear. Then his index finger traced down his crack, toying as the vampire sighed. Austin rolled onto his stomach and gyrated his hips, a devilish smile on his face.
    "There's lube in my pocket." Austin nodded at the crumpled heap of clothes on the floor.
    "Austin! You brought lube?" Amber gasped, setting her hand on Austin's bare shoulder. She couldn't explain why the thought made a flush creep into her cheeks. Just that it settled somewhere between being mortified and being turned on.
    She looked back at Scott who had stooped to retrieve Austin's pants.
    "Good thing he did." Scott rifled through the pockets, and then produced the small bottle he was looking for. "I would have been tempted to just spit in my hand." He slicked lube over his cock. "Vampires like it rough, right?"
    Austin shot him a baleful look. "Wolf drool. No thanks."
    Scott snorted and moved behind Austin. "Up," he said in short commanding tone. "Lift your ass."
    "What? No foreplay?"
    Scott gripped Austin's hips and yanked him up on his knees. "I'm not here to pamper you." He grinned but his brows angled downward over his dark eyes and his canine teeth seemed more pronounced, sharp.
    Amber gaped, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene that was unfolding before her. She'd seen Austin naked plenty of times, but never like this: vulnerable, on his knees, with the dominant presence of a man about to penetrate him.
    Of course, Austin had done this before. But in her fantasies she always imagined sex between men being gentler, emotional, tender. Not what was happening here.