Right Wolf, Right Time by Marie Harte

mouth. She froze and garbled, “Monty?” against his palm. She licked his flesh, and the salty taste of him woke her wolf from the sensual slumber she’d been in since the last time she’d seen him.
    “Rafe fucking Sheridan?” He sniffed her all over, centering on her neck and lips. “You let that asshole kiss you?”
    Still shocked that Monty was here, in her bedroom, covering her like a blanket, Sophie blinked up at him, speechless.
    “He’s not for you. I am.” Monty kissed her before she could question him. And between one breath and the next, she lost her ever-loving mind.
     
    Monty couldn’t stop his wolf. Not this time. The scent of another male on Sophie drove him insane. Just as soon as he claimed her, he was going to kill that son of a bitch, alpha or no alpha.
    But damn, Sophie knew how to kiss. She tasted like warm brown sugar, so sweet and rich. Her lips were tentative at first, but as he slaked his hunger with her mouth, she returned the gesture while her hot little hands touched his chest and arms.
    “God, yeah. Oh fuck.” Monty nipped her lower lip and put his mouth over her pulse, licking and sucking her flesh to make a mark. Mine , his wolf snarled, but he teethed her with a gentleness at odds with his violent frustration as Monty continued to work his mate into a state of arousal.
    Her breasts pressed against him, her belly rubbing his erection with each gyration of his hips. The woman smelled so fucking ripe.
    He had to have her.
    He pulled away and looked down into her aroused, confused gaze.
    “Monty? Why did you stop?”
    The growl poured out of him, an aggressive response he couldn’t help. “Time to get undressed, baby. Time to stop dancing around this. I’m going to fuck you, take that sweet pussy and ass, and own you.”
    “Sw-sweet pussy? Ass?” she squeaked, her eyes round. “But I’m— Can I— Will it hurt?”
    His eyes narrowed. She didn’t look upset or afraid, and she hadn’t protested. She looked excited. And new. Grady had told him earlier about the conversation he’d overheard, but Monty thought Grady had misunderstood. Oh Christ, she couldn’t be saying… “You ever had sex, Sophie?”
    The blush on her cheeks turned him on like nothing else. A fucking virgin, in this day and age. His to possess. Only his.
    He sucked in a breath and let it out in a shaky sigh. “Then we do this a different way.”
    “We do?” She kept looking at his mouth, and he wondered if she had the same fantasies he did when he looked at her. Monty envisioned her lips wrapped around his cock. Did she ever wonder about him eating her out?
    “Yeah, we do.” His voice sounded hoarse, but he didn’t care. He literally hurt from wanting to take his mate. With shaking hands, he took off her blouse, socks and pants. She wore a lacy red thong and bra—one transparent enough to show her hard nipples.
    Monty didn’t hesitate. He sucked one through the sheer fabric, gratified when she cried out his name and clutched his head to her chest. She tightened her hands on his hair when he sucked hard, but she didn’t push him away. Instead, her scent intensified.
    “Oh my God. That feels so good .” She moaned when he shifted to her other nipple and gave it the same treatment. “I’m so wet.”
    Now he groaned. Like he needed to hear it. He could smell it, was drowning in her perfume, that sultry scent that beckoned him to end this and fuck her until neither of them could move.
    He continued to kiss and tease her while he fiddled with her bra. When he finally released it, he leaned back and stared at the roundest, most perfect breasts he’d ever seen. He wanted to fuck them, to suck them—hell, anything and everything. But her pussy beckoned. When he moved from her to hurry out of his clothes, he noted the darkened, damp fabric between her slender thighs.
    “You’re so big,” she said, her voice husky.
    He stared down at himself and wondered if he scared her. The quiet she-wolf he’d been