To Catch His Mate (Crescent Moon Series Book 5) by Savannah Stuart, Katie Reus

He never wanted her to have this reaction for anyone else. Only him.
    She nodded, her breathing erratic.
    He slid his hands to her waist and pushed up the hem of her sweater. The material was soft and light, but nothing was as smooth as her skin. Before he’d pushed it up higher than her stomach, she grasped the hem and tugged it off her.
    There was a hungry gleam in her gaze, even if he could sense her nervousness. Not that she had anything to be nervous about.
    The lacy purple bra she wore didn’t hide much of anything. Reaching behind her, he unclasped it and when her hands went to cover herself, he grasped her wrists, held them still.
    “Don’t hide from me.” Not ever. This female brought out every possessive and protective instinct he had.
    Swallowing hard, she nodded. It made him wonder how much experience she had or if maybe it was because they were semi-exposed outside. But shifters usually didn’t care about that. Hell, maybe it was just because it was him. “You want to stop, we stop. Okay?”
    “Okay.”
    Knowing that she trusted him in this soothed all his ragged edges. Most of them. He was still keyed up, ready to bring her to a toe-numbing climax. He finished pulling her bra free and his cock kicked against his pants again as her breasts were completely revealed. Full, a little more than a handful, and tipped with light brown nipples, she was utter perfection.
    Reece told himself to slow down, but he couldn’t help himself. His head dipped and he sucked one hard bud into his mouth.
    “Reece!” She arched into him, her fingers sliding in his hair as he stroked his tongue over her tight nipple.
    She started grinding against him as he kissed and teased her. God, she was so reactive and they’d barely gotten started. When her hands moved from his shoulders down to his chest, he pulled back.
    He could feel the intent in her movements. Right now he couldn’t afford for her to touch his cock. Not if he wanted to be able to think. And he refused to take her for the first time in the sand at the beach. He wanted to bring her pleasure, but actually sinking inside her, feeling her tight body…no, that was something for when they were alone. Because he wanted to savor her for hours.
    “This is just about you right now,” he murmured, dropping a kiss to her lips. He gently tugged on the bottom one as her fingers dug into his chest muscles. When they finally made it to a bedroom, or a better flat surface than this, and he had all the time in the world, he was going to give her as much foreplay as she could stand. Because just her touching him now was making him crazy and he still had all his clothes on.
    She made a protesting sound when he drew away, but when he nipped at her jaw, she settled down. As her body fully relaxed, he slid a palm down her flat stomach, unfastened the button of her jeans.
    She practically melted under him, tightening her hold as he slid a hand down the front of her panties. More than anything he wanted to strip her bare but if she was completely naked in front of him, he wasn’t sure how his wolf would react. He was barely hanging on as it was.
    Make her come, bring her pleasure , he ordered himself. This was all about Alyssa.
    “Reece,” she gasped out when he rubbed his middle finger over her clit. Even without delving any farther between her folds, he felt her slickness.
    It was all for him. That knowledge pierced through him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her claws flicking out just the slightest bit. He scented his own blood as she broke skin.
    He welcomed the spark of pain, loved that he was pushing her to the edge so fast. “I want to feel you come,” he murmured, kissing along the smooth column of her neck. He increased his stroking against her swollen clit, rubbing her in a steady rhythm.
    With each caress, the more out of control her movements became. When he raked his canines against her pulse point, she took him by surprise. Crying out his name, she jerked