time something special—and that she wouldn’t shit a brick when she realized she was indeed in heat, and he’d left enough of himself inside her to repopulate the order.
Sophie had a hard time thinking. Period. Monty had made love to her. The right wolf. Finally. She stretched, aware he had his hand between her legs, pressing his palm against her sensitive nub. Monty had sucked her nipples, her clitoris, and he’d pushed that fat cock inside her. Oh my God. This had been a million times better than any orgasm she’d ever given herself. Better than any of her adult movies. Better than her books.
“I love sex,” she said bluntly, and when he laughed, she thought it the most beautiful sound in the world.
He slowly withdrew his hand and stared down at it. Then he wiped his palm over her belly. Their scents had merged; she couldn’t tell them apart. “We smell good,” she whispered.
“We do.” He lay down next to her and turned her onto her side to face him. “You okay?”
She looked down between them, then back up at him to see his frown. “What?”
“You’re not bleeding, but you were a virgin. You were too tight to be anything else,” he said to forestall the argument she might have made.
“Well, yeah. I said I am. Was.” She blushed. “I, um, you’re not the first thing that’s been inside me.”
He blinked at her. After a moment, he smiled. And that smile grew. “Kinky little thing, eh? You like toys?”
Did she. She had a drawer full of them. “Maybe.”
“You knew what to do with me.” His smile faded. “How much experience have you actually had?”
“Well, I kissed a man. Two men,” she corrected, remembering Rafe. “Three if you count yourself. That’s pretty much it.”
He looked like he wanted to argue, then frowned. “That’s it?”
“Yeah. Why? Did I do something wrong?”
“Are you kidding? Give me a few minutes and we’ll go again.”
“Really?” She perked up. Though she’d started to tire from all the tension and the incredible orgasms Monty had given her, she suddenly was raring to go again.
“But this time I want to use a toy on you.”
She blushed. “But I don’t need a toy. I have you now.”
He chuckled and drew circles on her belly with a rough finger. “Yeah, you do. And I finally have you. But there are things I want to show you. Ways to make the pleasure last.”
She swallowed hard, and his eyes darkened. The ice-blue gaze of a wolf sighting his prey. “Oh yeah. We’re going to cover swallowing too. I want those soft lips wrapped around my dick.”
Her womb clenched at the thought. Arousal returned in a rush. “You never talked to me like that before.”
“Honey, I’ve wanted you from day one. But I heard you’d had a rough time. I didn’t want to scare you.” He grimaced. “And then you let Sheridan kiss you?”
She winced. “Well, I wanted you, but you didn’t seem to want me, or so I thought.”
“You thought wrong.”
“I know.” She grinned.
“I almost waited too long to claim you.” He grabbed her chin and held her still while he stared into her eyes. “You know you’re mine now, right?”
She nodded. “Yours. Yes.” She wasn’t sure yet how she felt about that. On some level, she’d always known Monty would be hers. Or at least, she’d hoped. Her wolf was in love. Utter, canine, slobbery love. But Sophie wasn’t as quick to accept. “Mostly yours,” she added.
“There’s no ‘mostly’ about this claiming,” Monty growled.
Unlike her fear at Rafe’s growl, Monty’s turned her on.
“There you go. You want it. You want me, don’t you, Sophie?” He kissed her, and she realized he hadn’t kissed her since before he’d gone down on her.
She tasted herself on his lips.
“See how good you taste?” he rasped. “All sweet and spicy on my tongue. I want to eat you again. But this time I want you to suck me too.”
“Oh wow.” Her first sixty-nine. Sophie couldn’t wait.
“But first,
Sophie had a hard time thinking. Period. Monty had made love to her. The right wolf. Finally. She stretched, aware he had his hand between her legs, pressing his palm against her sensitive nub. Monty had sucked her nipples, her clitoris, and he’d pushed that fat cock inside her. Oh my God. This had been a million times better than any orgasm she’d ever given herself. Better than any of her adult movies. Better than her books.
“I love sex,” she said bluntly, and when he laughed, she thought it the most beautiful sound in the world.
He slowly withdrew his hand and stared down at it. Then he wiped his palm over her belly. Their scents had merged; she couldn’t tell them apart. “We smell good,” she whispered.
“We do.” He lay down next to her and turned her onto her side to face him. “You okay?”
She looked down between them, then back up at him to see his frown. “What?”
“You’re not bleeding, but you were a virgin. You were too tight to be anything else,” he said to forestall the argument she might have made.
“Well, yeah. I said I am. Was.” She blushed. “I, um, you’re not the first thing that’s been inside me.”
He blinked at her. After a moment, he smiled. And that smile grew. “Kinky little thing, eh? You like toys?”
Did she. She had a drawer full of them. “Maybe.”
“You knew what to do with me.” His smile faded. “How much experience have you actually had?”
“Well, I kissed a man. Two men,” she corrected, remembering Rafe. “Three if you count yourself. That’s pretty much it.”
He looked like he wanted to argue, then frowned. “That’s it?”
“Yeah. Why? Did I do something wrong?”
“Are you kidding? Give me a few minutes and we’ll go again.”
“Really?” She perked up. Though she’d started to tire from all the tension and the incredible orgasms Monty had given her, she suddenly was raring to go again.
“But this time I want to use a toy on you.”
She blushed. “But I don’t need a toy. I have you now.”
He chuckled and drew circles on her belly with a rough finger. “Yeah, you do. And I finally have you. But there are things I want to show you. Ways to make the pleasure last.”
She swallowed hard, and his eyes darkened. The ice-blue gaze of a wolf sighting his prey. “Oh yeah. We’re going to cover swallowing too. I want those soft lips wrapped around my dick.”
Her womb clenched at the thought. Arousal returned in a rush. “You never talked to me like that before.”
“Honey, I’ve wanted you from day one. But I heard you’d had a rough time. I didn’t want to scare you.” He grimaced. “And then you let Sheridan kiss you?”
She winced. “Well, I wanted you, but you didn’t seem to want me, or so I thought.”
“You thought wrong.”
“I know.” She grinned.
“I almost waited too long to claim you.” He grabbed her chin and held her still while he stared into her eyes. “You know you’re mine now, right?”
She nodded. “Yours. Yes.” She wasn’t sure yet how she felt about that. On some level, she’d always known Monty would be hers. Or at least, she’d hoped. Her wolf was in love. Utter, canine, slobbery love. But Sophie wasn’t as quick to accept. “Mostly yours,” she added.
“There’s no ‘mostly’ about this claiming,” Monty growled.
Unlike her fear at Rafe’s growl, Monty’s turned her on.
“There you go. You want it. You want me, don’t you, Sophie?” He kissed her, and she realized he hadn’t kissed her since before he’d gone down on her.
She tasted herself on his lips.
“See how good you taste?” he rasped. “All sweet and spicy on my tongue. I want to eat you again. But this time I want you to suck me too.”
“Oh wow.” Her first sixty-nine. Sophie couldn’t wait.
“But first,
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