Ren started unbuttoning Munro’s damp shirt. She didn’t have a lot of experience undressing males, but everything between them felt natural. Necessary.
Once she’d bared his sculpted chest, he swallowed audibly. “If my beast gets free, you canna hesitate to use that knife of yours.”
“I won’t. But we’re going to do fine. Now, take off your boots.”
With raised brows, he said, “Yes, ma’am,” and made short work of them.
She reached up and clasped his face, drawing him down for the kiss she’d craved ever since they’d ended their last one.
His lips teased hers, and that divine pleasure bloomed. With a groan, he dipped his tongue inside. As they twined their tongues, he grasped her waist and tugged her even closer to him.
The unyielding length of his manhood pressed between her legs. She felt the heat of it through his pants, could swear it pulsed in time with his heartbeat.
But Ren needed even more contact. She took his hands, moving them to her breasts.
He groaned into the kiss and cupped her with his calloused palms, his thumbs slowly sweeping over her jutting nipples. Back and forth went his languid thumbs. Back . . . forth . . . back. Frantic for more, she wriggled her hips to grind against his shaft.
He drew his head back to say, “Killing me! My lusty little mortal.” He raised a single claw and sliced her bra away as if it were gauze, then stared at her bared breasts with undisguised hunger. “So fucking beautiful.” He leaned down, letting his breaths dance over one of the peaks. “I am going to spend an eternity tonguing these.”
She arched to the mind-numbing contact. “Start now.”
With a pained laugh, he bestowed a light kiss, a mere brushing of his lips.
“Ah!” She couldn’t get enough. . . .
Then came his tongue against the tingling tip.
“Yes! Oh, yes.”
He turned to her other breast. More kisses, licks.
Imitating his accent, she said, “Oh, aye, this is a horrible bluidy idea. I hate this.”
“Smartarse harridan. I’ll make you sing another tune.”
“Waiting—”
His lips closed around her nipple, and he gave it a hot, wet suck.
“Ah! Munro!” Another suck made her hips shoot forward.
Face pressed against her breast, he said, “You like when I play with your sensitive nipples.” He pinched them, tweaked them. “I scent how wet you’re getting.”
“I am. I’m close!” As her orgasm neared, her core felt empty, her clitoris throbbing. She made unintelligible sounds, squeezing her thighs together.
“Oh, no, Kereny. No’ yet.” He pulled back, leaving her breasts and nipples aching. Barely harnessed aggression radiated from him as he clawed away her damp underpants.
Once she stood nude before him, she shook with anticipation. She was a woman outside of time. Outside of the rules. Too aroused to be shy, she rolled her shoulders back.
He bit out words in Gaelic.
“English?”
“I disbelieve you are mine, could come just looking at you.” His eyes had turned full lupine blue.
Though she would be ready with her knife, for now the sight of those eyes only inflamed her more. This immortal warrior who worshipped control was losing it because of her body. “And what about you?” she said. “I want to see what I almost explored here the last time. Your pants off. Now.”
He growled with delight. “As my general demands.” He carefully worked the zipper down over his erection, and his engorged rod bobbed free.
Oh, Doamne.
He shoved his pants off and straightened, letting her look her fill.
The vision of his manhood in firelight was now emblazoned on her brain. Crisscrossed with generous veins, the shaft was as straight as an arrow between his lean hips, the crown a touch wider. Large, dusky testicles descended at the base.
Magnificent male!
His penis jerked, and pearlescent seed beaded the slit, glistening in the light. He released a ragged breath. “Can feel your gaze on it. Look how much precum I’m making for you.”
She’d never heard that term before, but she knew to what he referred. Eager to feel and taste it, she reached for him. The heat of his member staggered her.
Ren might be a novice, but she was a quick study. She would learn how to pleasure him by watching his reactions.
He made fists as she traced the raised veins along his iron-hard flesh. When she cupped his heavy testicles, he hastily widened his stance for more. Once she gripped his shaft, he ground into her hand with a rumbling growl. Like that, do you?
Her thumb brushed over the tip, and another drop beaded. Fascinated, she rubbed the welling slit.
Every muscle in his frame tightened. “Maddening me!” Blood dripped from his fists once more. “I fear I’ll shame myself right in your soft palm.”
“I’d like to see that.” As she rubbed, she licked her lips.
His gaze locked on them. “Those red lips of yours drive me crazy. I imagined feeding them my straining cockhead. Would your tongue greet it?”
The image he painted was so erotic that she gasped: “Yes.”
“I pictured your lips closing around the crown. You licked it as you suckled me.”
Wonderful idea! “I think I’ll have a taste—”
“Ah-ah. Canna let you do that. No’ yet. Going to eat your sweet cunny first.” The gravelly timbre of his voice made her sex clench. “That’s my lifelong fantasy, and I want it. Are you going to give it to me?”
An immortal wolf was about to deliver his dark kiss to a huntress in their secret cave. So forbidden.
She wanted nothing more! “Do it.”
His fangs lengthened as his attention drifted down her body . . . lower . . . lower . . .