Right Wolf, Right Time by Marie Harte Page A

hard for during the last two years was a virgin, and she had to handle him. Not a tender lover, but a ravaging beast with a blemished body, worn down from an enemy that never stopped coming. A lover who’d just had his woman kissed by another man .
    Infuriated all over again, he snarled and ripped her panties from her. After tossing the sodden garment over his shoulder, he shoved her legs apart and pushed his face into her pussy.
    “Monty.”
    He licked and shuddered, lightheaded with her taste. Damn, but she was better than anything he’d ever had. Her hands stroked over his shoulders and up his neck to his head. She clenched his hair tight, the bite of her grip more than satisfying while she keened and moaned.
    He delved into her honey, lapping up her arousal like a thirsting man. He sucked and tongued her clit, then slowly put his finger at her entrance.
    “Oh yes, please . Oh yes,” she moaned and thrust against his face.
    As he moved his finger inside her, she clenched tight and cried out, coming into his mouth.
    A rush of her hit his tongue, and he worked the rest of his finger inside her. No doubt about it, even as slick as she was, she’d be a tight fit. And if he didn’t put his dick inside her soon, he’d spill over her bedspread.
    On fire to have her, Monty gave her one last lick and rose over her. He didn’t give her time to react, only to feel as he nudged her thighs wider and positioned his cock at her entrance.
    “Watch me take you,” he growled.
    She blinked and looked between them. “Okay,” she rasped, still dazed from her orgasm.
    Monty didn’t bother with a condom. Ac-taw couldn’t catch disease, and though pregnancy was a possibility, he couldn’t stop himself. Instinct rode him too hard, and he prayed she wouldn’t be upset after.
    He pushed in with a steady thrust, past the slick walls clenching him tight. “Oh yeah. God, Sophie. You feel so incredible. So hot. Suck me deeper, baby. More.”
    He continued to move until he seated himself fully, his balls against her ass.
    “I feel so full.”
    He loved the wonder he saw in her light gray eyes, bright with passion.
    “And you’re gonna get fuller in just a minute.” He pulled back and jerked when her hands clenched his waist.
    “No,” she protested. “Don’t leave me.”
    “Never,” he promised, meaning it. “Let me love you, Sophie. Watch me.”
    This time she stared into his eyes while he stared into hers. Fucking her so slowly, he thrust in and out, taking her with a torturous, drawn-out pace that only increased his desire.
    She was getting there again, he could tell. Her cheeks were flushed, her nipples were tight and her breathing grew erratic.
    “Bring yourself off. Touch your clit, baby.” He increased his pace, no longer able to last.
    Sophie, to his surprise, didn’t balk. She didn’t act shy or protest. His mate reached between them when he eased up and rubbed her little clit.
    The sensual action broke him, and he slammed into her. Harder and deeper, hoping against hope he wasn’t hurting her. But from her breathy moans and pleas for more, he didn’t think she minded.
    “Here I come. Oh fuck.” He couldn’t hold back anymore. When she jerked under him and moaned his name, he exploded.
    His orgasm rushed through him with the force of a tidal wave. The upheaval stole his breath, his seed, his ability to do more than pump inside his mate. He shuddered and gripped her hips while he poured into her, their scents merging and clinging, the mating taking root.
    She had her hands on his forearms, and he realized he’d somehow raised himself up while he remained locked inside her. When he’d given her his last bit of seed, he regretfully withdrew. But he had to see. He pushed her legs wider and stared at the evidence of their joining. A bit trickled out, and he cupped her, wanting to keep it all in.
    “Monty.” She smiled and looked at him with love in her eyes. Or so he hoped. He just prayed he’d made her first