N. Walters - Legacy Found

Every muscle in his body was tense, screaming for action. It was obvious that Shelley had been abused physically and emotionally and probably sexually as well. His instinct was to hunt down whoever was responsible and kill them.

And he would. Eventually.

But for now, he had Shelley warm and willing. He tugged at the covers she held tight in her hands. She released the death grip she had on them and he kept pulling until they were bunched around her waist.

He’d almost come in his jeans when she’d walked out of the bathroom wearing only a thin cotton dress. He could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath it. Her breasts had swayed invitingly.

It had taken all his willpower not to pounce on her and drag her down onto the bed with him. But Shelley wasn’t like most female werewolves—sure of herself and her sexuality. She needed him to go slow. To let her set the pace.

Her breathing was fast, her chest rising and falling swiftly. He had to take her mind off what was about to happen, to make her lose herself in the erotic connection between them, to revel in the heat, the pleasure.

He leaned down and kissed her. Gently at first. Their mouths barely touching. He kept up the undemanding caress and was finally rewarded when her lips parted.

Taking advantage of that small break, he eased his tongue inside. She sucked in a startled breath but didn’t stop him. He stroked his tongue over hers, inviting her to touch, to play.

Her movements were tentative at first, but eventually she moved her tongue against his. He groaned as pleasure enveloped him. The only place they were touching was their lips and tongues, but it was making him crazy. His cock throbbed incessantly, a nonstop reminder of how much he wanted Shelley.

Her lips were warm, their kiss unhurried, a leisurely foray into her sexual awakening. He knew she’d had sex before. If nothing else, biology would have demanded it. But she was still untried when it came to pleasure. That much was apparent from the breathy little gasps and moans she emitted as he rubbed his tongue over hers and withdrew to lick and nip at her slightly swollen lips.

“I’m going to unbutton your dress now.” James wanted to give her a chance to object, to remind her she was in charge.

Shelley tensed but nodded. “Okay.” Her voice was breathy. Sexy.

She looked so beautiful with her light brown hair flowing over the white pillowcase, her brown eyes slumberous, her pupils dilated. Her lips were rosier than normal and damp from their kiss.

The muscles in his shoulders were as hard as steel as he fingered the first button, sliding it through the small hole. The fabric parted to reveal a small swatch of pale skin.

James glanced up, watching Shelley’s expression. He undid another button. Her breathing quickened and she tensed slightly. But he could smell her arousal. It was greater than her fear.

Pleased, he kept up the slow pace until all the buttons were undone. He folded the material back, exposing two full breasts tipped with rosy nipples.

“You’re beautiful, Shelley.”

The look she gave him was filled with uncertainty and, once again, anger threatened to consume him. That a female this giving and brave and beautiful didn’t understand her worth was a crime.

James wanted to bury his face between the two generous mounds and just breathe in her sweet scent. But first, he had to get her used to his touch. And she had to accustom herself to touching him.

Shelley’s hands were fisted by her sides and he lifted the one closest to him and brought it to his lips. “Relax,” he murmured. He nibbled at her white knuckles, licking at the seams between her fingers. Finally she emitted a small groan and her fingers unclenched.

“That’s it,” he crooned and placed a kiss in the center of her open palm. He caught the heel of her hand between his teeth and nipped gently. She laughed. It was a small one, but the sound warmed his heart.

Guiding her, he brought her hand to his chest and flattened it against his skin. His heart beat heavy and hard and he knew she could feel it.

“Don’t be afraid of me, Shelley.” He released her and was inordinately pleased when she kept her hand on his chest. “Touch me if you want to. Explore. You’re the one in control.”

Carefully, he laid his hand over one of her breasts. The nipple stabbed the center of his palm. Her eyelids fluttered but didn’t close all the way. Instead her gaze went from the hand she had on his chest to the one he had on hers.

James began a lazy motion, circling her breast with his hand. As though he had all the time in the world, he went round and round, letting his fingers graze the lush curves. Shelley moved restlessly against him and her fingers began to caress his chest.

He wanted to howl with the pleasure of her touch. Her fingers tangled briefly in his chest hair before moving upward to test the muscles in his shoulders.

It was time to push her a little. He shifted his hand and allowed his thumb to tease her nipple. Shelley gasped and released a low moan. Her pleasure was his, sinking deep into his bones. He wanted to wring a hundred moans from her, hear her scream his name as she came.

Leaning over her, he lowered his head and curled his tongue across the straining nipple. Her fingers eased up his neck to clutch at his hair, holding him in place.

Triumph filled him as she tugged him nearer. With a low growl, he closed his lips around the tight bud and sucked. Shelley cried out. He could sense her uncertainty and he pulled back, blowing on the damp nipple.

“Should I stop?” God no , he silently prayed. He had to touch her, to taste her sweet flesh. His inner wolf howled, adding his pleas to the universe. His instincts were screaming at him to bond this female to him as quickly as he could. She was special. Important.

But he’d back away before he’d do anything to hurt her.

The conflicting instincts were making him more tense by the second.

“Shelley?”

She held her body motionless, but she was still touching him. That gave him hope. If she wasn’t ready to go any further, he’d try again tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that until she finally trusted him. He had a feeling he could wait forever for this particular female.

“No, but I don’t want to go too far.”

A slow smile pulled at his lips. “Whatever you want. This is all about pleasure.” James lowered his head and began to caress her breasts. “Yours,” he whispered as he took the pert nipple into his mouth and sucked.

Shelley’s body was out of control. She wasn’t in heat, but her body was reacting as though it was. Every nerve ending in her skin tingled with awareness. The heat from James’s body surrounded her. His woodsy male scent teased her nostrils. It was a lure that drew her nearer, made her want to drag him atop her until he covered her from head to toe.

His hair was as soft as it looked. The texture was silky and it slid through her fingers as she desperately tried to hold him to her. The silver strands didn’t detract from his looks in any way. If anything they made him seem more masculine. Experienced. Sure.

The wet heat from his mouth closed around her straining nipple and his tongue teased the hard nub. Her core throbbed, the folds of her sex hot and wet. She ached so bad it hurt.

She wanted more but didn’t know how to ask for it.

As if sensing her unrest, James cupped her other breast in his hand while his teeth and tongue and lips paid homage to the first. And that’s exactly what it felt like to her. Paying homage.

Tears pricked her eyes and she blinked hard to force them back. James made her feel precious. Special. For the first time in her life, she felt as though she mattered.