“Riaz,” she said, thrusting a hand into the jet black strands to keep him in place when he would’ve gone for her br**sts.
Except there really was no way to stop a dominant changeling male who outweighed her by a good eighty pounds from going after what he wanted in bed, not unless she wanted to say an unequivocal “no.” Because that would get through. The thing was, she didn’t want to say no. She just wanted to make sure he was fully conscious.
“Oh God!” Her back arched up off the bed as he took one of her ni**les into his mouth and sucked. Hard.
He fondled her neglected breast with his free hand, a little rough, and so perfect it made her ache. Wanting to rub up against the thickness she could feel hot and rigid against her thigh through the jeans neither of them had taken off, she forced herself to concentrate—and pulled at his hair hard enough that it had to hurt.
Growling against her skin, he let her feel his teeth. “Damn it,” she demanded, “are you awake?”
He bit down on her nipple … very, very carefully. She was still attempting to gasp in a breath when he lifted his head and sleepy gold eyes blazed at her. The wolf was in charge, she thought, and its wildness called to her own. Twisting beneath him, she hissed out a breath when he clamped his hand on her hip, his claws pricking at her skin just enough to tell her he was running the show.
Awake. Very much so.
“Get your claws off my skin.” It was the snarl of a female wolf who knew her own strength.
“I think you like my claws.” A feral smile, but he did retract the sharp tips.
His response unbalanced her wolf—men of his dominance weren’t so easily commanded.
“I also think,” he said in a dark whisper that made the tiny hairs on her body quiver in warning, “you’ll like this even more.” Sliding his hand over her navel—the skin so exquisitely sensitive her toes curled—he thrust it under the waistband of her jeans and into her panties in a single unpredictable move.
It shattered her to look down and see his muscled forearm, a sprinkling of fine black hair on the dusky brown of his skin, disappearing into her jeans … where he cupped her with stark intimacy within the tight confines of her clothing. Chest jerking, she rose up against him in a vain effort to find relief.
“Undo your jeans.” His voice edgy in her ear, the scrape of his unshaven jaw an erotic temptation.
Her fingers brushed his arm as she obeyed the order that promised to give her what she wanted. Removing his hand to rip off her jeans the second she unzipped the fly, he kicked her legs apart to settle himself in between, his jean-covered c**k pushing up against the white lace and blue satin of her panties in blatant demand. “Tell me,” he said, the hairs on his chest rubbing over her already sensitized ni**les, threatening to steal what sense of reason remained, “something you’ve always wanted to do in bed but never dared.”
“Why?” she asked, her skin stretched taut over a body it couldn’t contain.
“Because I want to play.” It wasn’t until the words were out that Riaz realized what he’d said. Playing with a bedmate … for a lone wolf, it was beyond friendship, beyond need, a step into an altogether different kind of a relationship.
No, he contradicted himself the second after the thought passed through his head. Neither one of them wanted a relationship, least of all Adria. They were in this to give each other a little surcease. And there was nothing wrong with playing with a friend, even if his wolf rarely played with anyone. “No?” he said when she remained silent.
Her eyes a pale, haunting amber—the wolf looking out at him—she said, “If you promise to reciprocate.”
Wolfish curiosity rose to the fore. He nodded at once.
She went to speak, halted, hot red painting her cheeks. Her sudden, unexpected shyness only deepened his curiosity—until he glimpsed the darkness that shadowed her eyes without warning. And he knew she was no longer fully with him, the past tangling with the present.
Gripping her jaw, he growled, “Me and you. No one else comes into this bed. Got it?” It was a vow as much as it was a demand.
“Yes.” Amber clashing into his. “For both of us.”
“Yes.” He closed their deal with a hot, openmouthed kiss, grazing the bottom of her left breast with his thumb as he did so.
Adria jerked away from the kiss with a gasp. “I’ve heard some women can orgasm just by having their br**sts caressed,” she said, her husky voice breathless. “I’ve always wondered if I could.” Her cheeks were blazing by the time she finished.
“Somehow, I didn’t think you’d be shy.” It did something to him to know she trusted him enough to drop her guard. “Anything else you want to share about this fantasy?”
Adria shook her head, feeling na**d in a way that had nothing to do with exposing skin. Allowing more of his weight onto her body, Riaz took her mouth in another kiss. A raunchy, wet, demanding one that had her digging her nails into his shoulder as she ground her body against the rigid intrusion of his cock.
“Hmm,” he said, lifting his body off the aching need of her own, “this experiment won’t work if you can do that.” He moved to lie beside her, but when she turned to face him, he said, “On your back.”
Everything in her wanted to push him to his back, ride him to erotic bliss.
“Giving up so soon?”
Eyes narrowed at the low-voiced challenge, she turned onto her back. When he picked up her arms and told her to wrap her hands around the bars in the headboard, she gripped the cold iron. The position left her br**sts blatantly exposed, but for her braid, which had fallen over her shoulder.