“I notice I’m the only one naked here.”

“I don’t need to be naked to do this.” She traced her tongue, wet and warm, down the line of his c**k and back up again.

What he loved so much about her was the way she openly approached everything. It was clear she wasn’t an old hand at o**l s*x but she obviously loved doing it. Loved making him feel good and sexy and damn if that wasn’t hotter than the sun.

She learned him with her hands and mouth. Tried new things, repeating them when he responded positively. When she dipped her head to trace his balls with the tip of her tongue, he nearly jumped from his skin, especially when she gave a growl. She hadn’t done that yet during sex. He liked it, it was soft and feminine like she was. Sexy.

“Honey, I’m very close, come on up here.”

She moved her gaze to his and took him into her mouth as deeply as she could, to underline her point. Okay, she wasn’t going to stop until he came, which was fine. He had a good recovery time and there were other things he could do in the meantime.

Never letting him go with her eyes, she continued to slowly take him in and out of her mouth, her hands working the root of him and cupping his balls. Her sweet little ass swayed in the air as she sucked him. Total perfection.

Suddenly, she sucked harder than she’d been doing and it caught him by surprise. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked him as he came, his fingers digging into the blankets, groaning out her name.

His vision was still partially blurry as he watched her touch a finger to the corner of her mouth and her tongue followed. He nearly came again at the sexy, and yet totally unconscious motion.

“You’re going to kill me with the sexy. Come here, honey.”

She slid up his body and came to rest, laying on top of him. He kissed her, lazily, slowly, not missing any nuance of her mouth. He tasted himself and her, tasted what they made together.

He rolled her to her side and kissed down the line of her graceful neck and over the edge of her collarbone, swirling his tongue in the hollow of her throat. He feasted on the frantic beat of her heart, breathed deep of the desire that rose from her skin until it made him drunk with her.

She simply gave in and lay back, letting him touch her, caress her, kiss her. He drew his fingertips down the sleek skin of her inner arm, up to her side, following his fingers with his mouth. She squirmed beneath him with small sighs and gaspy moans.

“So beautiful, so precious and soft. I love the way you are, Grace.”

She brought a gentle hand to his face, cradling his cheek as his mouth found her left nipple. It beaded against his tongue, elongating, the skin of the areola drawing tight. Barely an A cup but God above, he loved her br**sts.

She arched into him and he settled between her thighs, rubbing the length of his c**k through her slick pu**y. Her breath caught each time the head of him brushed over her clit.

He made to continue kissing his way toward her pu**y but she held onto his upper arms and shook her head.

“What? Honey, I want to lick you, taste you, make you come.”

“I…oh—” her breath stuttered as he stroked over her clit again, “—that, more of that.” The heat of her blush reacted to his skin and suddenly he was ready to f**k her again. But first, he had a job to finish.

“Ahh, you like this?” He rolled his hips again, this time putting a bit more pressure when his c**k hit her clit.

She jumped and moaned, nodding.

“Fine with me. Your cunt is so hot and wet. I can’t wait to feed my c**k into your gate, filling you up. And then I’m going to come inside you, your tight body wrapped around me like I was born to be there.”

She sighed, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Her legs, strong and smooth, wrapped around his thighs as she rose up when he flexed.

“That’s it, take it, honey.”

The growl again and her calf muscles tightened as she came, her honey hot against his cock. The scent of her drove him insane.

One arm around her waist, he spun so he sat up in bed, his back braced against the headboard and she sat over his lap. One minor adjustment and he brought her down over his cock.

A low, bass groan echoed from her lips as her head fell back, her lips slightly parted. So f**king beautiful. Unable to stop, driven by the scent of her pu**y, the scent of her pleasure and her need, he leaned in and drew his teeth over her nipple, sending her writhing over his c**k as he drove himself into her body again and again.

She came, pu**y fluttering and clutching around him when he bit with just enough pressure to mark her. Her wolf surfaced, shining in her eyes and his responded. For long moments, he hung there on the edge of climax, staring at the other half of his mate.

Her wolf shimmered around her for a brief moment and he lost it then, lost that battle he’d been waging with his control. One last shove into her pu**y and he came, holding her down on him tight as she spoke soft words against his chest where she leaned her head.

“We need to run. My wolf needs to see yours.” He picked her up and walked her to the deck. He called down to Dave whose room was right below theirs that they were going on a run and stood back as she got on all fours.

The rush of power as she transformed bit at his skin like a thousand tiny shocks and suddenly she was there, small, honey-gold, staring up at him. She jerked her head and he transformed and stood next to her, sheltering her smaller body with his larger one.

A bark and he led her around the decking and out to the forest just behind the house. He scented Dave and several other wolves who’d be their guard on the run before leading Grace out into the wilds, never getting less than a few inches from her.