Lydia Dare - Wolf Next Door

"No. But I was so worried for you."

"How did you know it was me?" he asked as he tugged at the hem of her chemise and drew it over her head, leaving her wearing nothing but her garters and stockings.

"I'm not inept, William. As soon as I learned what you were, I knew you were my wolf." She smiled at him. "I think a part of me always knew it was you. But it seemed so ludicrous an idea that I wouldn't let myself believe a wolf could remind me so much of a man I loved."

Will bent his head and began to place small kisses along the side of her neck. She shivered. "Will you claim me now?"

He shook his head and chuckled. "No." His lips moved down to draw the hardened peak of one breast into his mouth. She arched her back to get closer to him.

"Yes, you will," she cried, when he began to torment the other breast with his fingertips. "You have to. I'm your mate."

"No." He chuckled again.

"William Westfield, if you tell me I have to wait another month to be claimed, I

will

make you sleep in the guest room."

He pretended to give that some thought. But only for a moment. Then his fingers walked down her belly and tangled in her curls.

"I'll claim you when your pleasure is at its greatest," he whispered. "Now, do be quiet so I can get you there," he growled.

Prisca pushed him from her and stood up quickly. "Oh, no, you don't. You will not pleasure me again and not take any for yourself. I'll not allow it!"

He let her give him a small shove until he landed on his bottom on the rock she'd been sitting on. She glanced down at his manhood, which stood tall and proud between them.

"In fact, I'd imagine I can give you a bit of the same pleasure you give me."

Prisca bent and placed her hand on him, looking as though she marveled at the feel of his skin. "I believe I just figured out what you keep in your pocket." She glanced up at him once before she kissed the tip of his shaft lightly, her lips fleeting and quick. He growled and reached for her, forcing her to fight his hands as he tried to push her away.

"I can't take much of this, Prissy," he growled, lifting a knuckle to his mouth to bite down.

"You'll take what I give you," she said flippantly.

"Dear God, I love you," he gasped out as she took the tip of him into her mouth.

"Tell me if I do something wrong," she said as she lifted her mouth from around his length for a brief moment. Then she resumed her task. His eyes closed as he arched to meet her.

"That's enough, Priss," he barked. When she didn't listen, he threaded his fingers into her hair and yanked. He applied just enough pressure to make it painful. She reluctantly let go.

Before she could let out one cheeky comment, he picked her up and laid her gently on her discarded dress. She shivered. "It's cold."

"I'll warm you up," he grunted.

Then he spread his body over hers, and though she lay naked on the freezing forest floor, she felt as warm as if she were in a sunny parlor. She giggled.

"What's funny?" he asked.

"Nothing," she snorted. It was all so absolutely absurd.

"You choose

now to laugh at me?" He pursed his lip

s together and just looked down at her for a moment.

"I have never seen the great William Westfield at a loss for words. Is the greatest lover in three counties speechless at the sight of his wife?" she teased.

"Six," he said as he scratched the beard stubble on his face.

"Six what?" she asked.

"Six counties," he corrected her. "I was named the greatest lover in

six

counties. Do get it right, love."

"A bit boastful, aren't we?" she asked as he opened her legs slowly and settled between them. Of course, she believed him, since he'd brought her such ecstasy for the past few days. But it was much more fun to tease him. "Six counties seems a bit far-reaching."

"Give me time," he growled. "I'll prove it to you."

"I'll have nothing to compare it with, will I? Am I just to take your word that you're such a great lover?"

"And you never

will

have anything to compare it with, Prissy." He bent his head and gently tugged at her nipple, already hard and standing at attention. "From this day forward, you are mine. All mine," he said as he met her gaze.

"I will expect no less than the same," she informed him, hating that her voice hesitated a bit.

"Always," he grunted.

Will lifted her hands over her head, where he could hold them with one hand. She tugged against his hold. "I only have one chance to do this right." His eyes met hers. "So, don't distract me." Not a trace of humor rested in the depths. She nodded briefly. He released his hold on her hands. "You can use them to touch me," he suggested.

"Where?"

"Anywhere you like," he chuckled.

"Where would

you

like?"

"Do you always ask so many questions?"

She had to think about that. "Maybe when I'm nervous," she said as he cupped her breasts and lifted one to his waiting mouth. He took her nipple between his lips and rolled it, then gently pulled it with his teeth. The sight of him manipulating her most sensitive flesh with his mouth caused a flush of warmth in her middle.

Bravely, she let her fingers trail up his length. He growled and pulled her hand from him.

"You said I could touch you," she protested.

"Later," he grunted as he settled his hips more firmly between her thighs and probed at her center. He moved against her, gently prodding her flesh.

"Will?" she asked, drawing his attention to her face. He drew in a deep breath.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"For what?"

"For letting me make love to you, for letting me claim you."

She felt that little flip in her belly again. "Is it normal for me to…?" she let her voice trail off.

"To what?" he asked, before he drew her nipple into his mouth. She arched her back as he continued to tongue the hard bud, while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger.

"To feel so desperate for you to take me?"

"It's better than normal," he groaned. "It's stupendous."

"Please, Will," she begged, closing her eyes, nearly afraid of the sensations she was experiencing.

"What will it feel like?" she asked. But then he actually entered her body. He thrust inside her, moving slowly, taking more of her with each small stroke. She turned her head and kissed the side of his arm, which quivered with the weight of him as he held himself above her.

"Patience, love," he said quietly. "I'll answer all your questions."

He stilled within her, just as she felt a small sting of pain. "Why does that hurt?"

"Because this is the first time I've been inside you," he whispered, his voice now trembling as much as his arms.

"How long will it last?" she questioned as she squeezed her eyes shut tightly. But then his fingers slipped between them, into her curls, and he began to rub her most sensitive places.

"Don't answer that!" she cried as he moved so far inside her that he could push no more. "It's already better."

"Would you stop talking?" he laughed.

She cried out as he withdrew and entered her again and then found a rhythm, moving inside her, making them one. All she could think was that this was Will. This was Will, and she was naked. And he was naked and he was hot and hard inside of her, stroking all the right places. Stroking her so well she could scream from the pleasure of it. Yet some elusive sensation hung just outside of her grasp. She reached and reached and couldn't catch it.

Will pushed her legs farther apart and raised her knees. He cupped her bottom, tilting her toward him. When he did, she could take even more of him. She arched to meet him.

Closer. Please get closer to me, Will.

She lifted her feet and put them on the backs of his calves, pressing herself closer and closer.