N. Walters - Legacy Found

“Are you sure?” James cupped her face in his hands, his gaze solemn. “You’ve been through a lot today. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

Her heart thudded wildly as she went up on her toes and kissed his hard jaw. She tunneled her fingers through his hair and pulled his face down to hers. She wanted this. Wanted to experience the wild sensations that shot through her whenever James touched her. He made her feel alive. Like she belonged.

It was dangerous to trust those emotions, but she couldn’t help herself. After facing death today, seeing him face death, she needed to touch him, to have his hands on her body.

His kiss was gentle, as though he was afraid of frightening her. As much as she appreciated what he was doing, she wanted him wild, out of control, caught up in the heat that exploded whenever they touched.

Shelley rubbed her breasts against his chest. The wiry hair felt good against her swollen nipples. Her belly slid over his hard shaft and she could feel it pulsing against her, vibrantly alive and ready to pleasure her.

An answering throb began deep in her core. The lips of her sex swelled and dampened with growing need. She wanted to feel his cock sliding in and out of her slick channel. Filling her. Completing her.

Tongues tangled and breathing quickened as she deepened their kiss. She ate at his lips, desperately trying to imprint his taste so she’d never forget it.

He grabbed her hips, holding her steady. She felt him quiver as if he was uncertain whether or not to push her away or pull her closer.

She took the decision out of his hands by pulling away. His chest was heaving and his eyes were smoldering as she took his hand and led him toward the bed.

He followed but dug in his heels when they stood beside it. “I can’t go slow, can’t give you what you need. Not tonight. I’m too close to the edge.” James dragged a hand through his hair and took a step away.

She followed him. “I don’t want you to go slow. Not tonight.”

His nostrils flared, and for a second she thought she saw his wolf semi-imposed on his face. She blinked and it was gone. The female wolf inside her rubbed sensuously against Shelley’s skin, whining to be released. She wanted James’s wolf as much as Shelley wanted James. No, they were one and the same, part of the whole.

“Shelley.”

She heard the warning in his voice and ignored it. “No. All my life I’ve had to accept whatever males took me. This is my choice. I want you.”

She felt the change in the atmosphere. James seemed to grow larger, more imposing. The muscles in his arms and legs grew rigid as his cock bobbed in front of him. Testosterone and pheromones pulsed through the air, surrounding her in their potent mix. Cream slid from her core in answer. Oh yes, she wanted him.

James’s golden eyes narrowed. “After tonight, you won’t remember those other men.” He growled the possessive words. Instead of frightening her, they sent a shiver of desire skating over her bare skin.

He pounced, taking her down onto the bed. Panic threatened until he rolled so he was flat on his back and she was lying on top of him. He cupped the back of her head in his large hand and pulled her down so he could kiss her. He angled her face so he could deepen it.

Their breath mingled, their tongues twined together, their teeth clinked as they struggled to get closer. Shelley rubbed her body against his, wanting to feel his hardness, his maleness. He was so strong, so commanding, yet she had no fear.

It was a heady experience.

James tugged her back and stared at her. “Sit up.”

She did and that brought her pussy snug against his erection. They both groaned as she experimented with sliding back and forth over his hard shaft.

“Fuck, yes,” he moaned. His eyes were half closed, but she could still see the smoldering gleam in them. He reached up and cupped her breasts, teasing her red, puckered nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

She panted hard and continued to work herself over his cock. Each stroke stimulated her clit until she thought she’d explode.

“Take what you need,” he gritted out from between clenched teeth. He looked feral, primal and tapped into the same wild feelings that existed inside her.

Her skin was flush with pleasure. Each time he gently pinched her nipples, her pussy spasmed. He arched his hips, bringing her clit and slick folds in closer contact with his thick shaft.

Her orgasm struck hard and fast. She cried out as her inner muscles contracted. Her sheath clutched and grabbed, but found nothing but air. Her entire body shook and she collapsed against James. He banded his thickly muscled arms around her and held her tight.

When she could finally breathe again, Shelley pushed upright. The motion pressed her mound against his throbbing erection. He hadn’t come. Was still hard.

And she still wasn’t fulfilled. It wasn’t going to be enough for her to just have an orgasm. She wanted to feel James deep inside, a part of her.

Sweat covered his torso. His breathing was labored, his chest expanding and contracting with each gasp of air he sucked into his lungs. He watched her, demanding nothing. And that made her want to give him everything. He was unlike any other man she’d ever met. Controlled. Strong. Sure of himself.

“Shelley, you have to stop.” His voice was low. Guttural. He wasn’t as in control as he seemed.

“No, I don’t,” she countered.

She gripped his shaft in her hand and pumped up and down. It was wet from her juices. Blood pulsed through his hard length, keeping it thick and hard. The bulbous head was darker, almost purple, and fluid seeped from the slit at the top. She licked her lips, remembering his salty, masculine taste.

A low growl filled the air and James’s hips arched off the mattress. “You’re killing me.”

She shook her head. There were so many things she wanted to say, to tell him. She’d never expected to want a man, to trust one. He’d given her back hope, shown her that not all men were alike. He’d brought her into his home, helped her understand her culture and find her family. He’d protected her, was still protecting her from himself.

But words wouldn’t come, so she showed him instead. Going up on her knees, she angled the head of his cock toward her opening.

He stilled. “Are you sure?”

Shelley answered with action, not words, lowering herself over the thick head of his cock. The muscles at the opening of her sheath were swollen and tight, but she pressed down until the broad tip was in. Her channel pulsed and rippled.

James groaned and grabbed her hips. “I can’t wait.” That was all the warning she got. He surged up as he pulled her down. His thick shaft forged inward, stretching her to the limits. Filling her. She squirmed, trying to get comfortable. James was a big man in every way.

He held her steady. “Don’t move.” A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, disappearing into his hair. She loved the shock of silver mixed with the many shades of brown. It was sexy.

She tried to do as he asked. Really, she did. But it was impossible. She had to move.

Raising herself a couple of inches, she slowly came back down. A low moan broke from deep within her. Her body stretched to accommodate him. She could feel the pulsing of his cock deep inside her. He was truly a part of her.

She lifted up and came down, again and again. Never more than a few inches at a time.

“Shelley,” he growled her name.

She didn’t know what to do. Her breasts ached, her pussy throbbed and each movement was almost painful. It wasn’t enough. She stared hopelessly down at him. “Help me.”

He banded his arm around her waist and flipped them so she was flat on her back and he loomed large above her. The motion sent his cock deeper. She pulled her legs up, desperately trying to make more room for him.