“Hmm?”
“You need to rest.”
His sucked her bottom lip, pressing his fully erect c**k against her inner thigh. They groaned in unison, the mating bond only intensifying the potent desire that flowed between them.
“What I need is my mate,” he assured her, stealing another deep kiss before seeking the scented pulse at the base of her throat.
“Mate.” She shivered as his tongue stroked her skin, his fingers tugging at the belt of her robe. “It feels . . .”
“Yes?”
She heaved a satisfied sigh. “Astonishing.”
Caine was in full agreement.
It was astonishing.
Astonishing and magical and entrancing.
Leaning back, he peeled open her robe, savoring the sight of her small br**sts tipped with rosy ni**les already hard with need.
She was exquisite.
A masterpiece of ivory and gold that perfectly matched the decor.
With a low growl, he swooped down to circle one of the tempting peaks with the tip of his tongue, chuckling at her soft gasp of pleasure. “And how does this feel?”
Her fingers slid down his neck to trace the line of his shoulders. “Mmm . . . nice enough, I suppose,” she teased.
“Nice?” The heat of his desire sizzled through him, nearly setting the air on fire. “You shouldn’t provoke a hungry wolf, pet.”
Her hands moved to explore the bare width of his chest, a smoldering invitation in her emerald eyes. “Ah, but he’s my hungry wolf.”
For all eternity, he silently swore, refusing to contemplate the world outside the bedroom door. In this rare moment of peace he was just a wolf with the woman who filled his heart with a joy he’d never dreamed possible.
“Your wolf needs a kiss,” he coaxed softly.
A slow smile curved her lips. “Such a demanding beast.”
“Ravenous.” He gave her nipple a slow lick before turning to share equal pleasure with her neglected breast. “Greedy.” He caught the nipple with the edge of his teeth, biting just hard enough to make her arch in encouragement. “Insatiable.”
She trailed her foot up and down the back of his leg, the movement brushing her thigh against his straining erection. At the same time, her lips nibbled a line of searing kisses along his collarbone.
“Just how I like you,” she assured him, giving his own nipple a wicked lick.
Carnal bliss jolted through him, and with a shaky groan he rested his forehead between her br**sts. “Careful, pet. I’m a breath away from early combustion.”
She stilled. “That’s one of those strange exaggerations, isn’t it? You’re not truly going to combust?”
“It all depends on your definition of combustion,” he muttered, grasping her wrists and tugging her hands over her head.
He caught a brief glimpse of emerald eyes dark with need before he was claiming her lips in a kiss of blatant hunger. Over and over he devoured her mouth, his hips gently rocking against her in time with her soft sounds of growing need.
“I think I’m beginning to understand,” she rasped, shivering as he released her lips and stroked his lips down the curve of her neck and then kissed the tip of each nipple.
Not entirely convinced she was as close to combustion as he wanted her to be, Caine continued his seductive path down the flat plane of her stomach, taking a minute to tease her tiny belly button before he was sliding off the edge of the bed and tugging her legs apart.
His wolf strained at the leash, eager to claim the woman who was now bound to him. The man, thankfully, didn’t intend to pounce.
At least not yet.
With a tender thoroughness he nibbled down her slender leg to the tips of her toes, breathing deeply of her delectable scent. Silk and lavender. Pure bewitchment. He made a similar path along her other leg before he pulled back to simply admire the sight of her stretched out before him.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers tracing a light path along the inside of her thighs.
She trembled, her soft pants like music to his ears. “Why are you waiting?”
He allowed his fingers to drift upward, brushing close, so very close, to her damp heat. “Anticipation is half the fun.”
Cassie muttered something beneath her breath, glancing down where he was poised between her legs.
“Caine?”
He hid his smile of satisfaction at her flushed cheeks and the hectic glitter in her eyes. “Yes, my love?”
“Are you deliberately tormenting me?”
He pretended to consider. “Yes, I believe I am.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I can combust alone, you know.”
He made a choked sound of disbelief before he tilted back his head to laugh with rich enjoyment. “Ah, Cassie. You’re truly an original.”
Her lips parted, but before she could continue her chastisement, he leaned forward to discover the very heart of her pleasure.
Whatever she was about to say was lost on a low groan and she flopped back onto the mattress as he used his tongue and teeth until her hips were lifting up in a silent plea for release.
Scooting her back to the center of the bed, he moved to cover her, giving a startled grunt when Cassie reached to wrap her fingers around his aching cock.
“Shit,” he breathed as she stroked down to his heavy sack before moving back to tease at the sensitive tip. “You’re killing me.”
She arched a mocking brow, her eyes dark with a smoldering desire. “Anticipation is half the fun.”
He lowered his head to brush his mouth over her lips. “Cassie, are you tormenting me?”
Her smile was as ancient as Eve. “Yes, I believe I am.”
He allowed her another stroke before he gave a low growl and, sliding his hands beneath her hips, entered her with one smooth motion.
Cassie dug her nails into his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his hips as he began a slow, steady pace.
“My mate,” she whispered, her words settling deep in his heart. “At last.”
He leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss that spoke of his unwavering commitment.
“Forever.”
Six hours later, Cassie still hadn’t managed to get to the shower. Not that she was complaining.
Laying in a tangle of rumpled sheets and sweaty male Were, she rested her head on the wide width of his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as her fingers drew aimless patterns on his skin.
Having Caine as a lover had been magical from his first kiss. Their chemistry had nothing to do with fate or mystic bonds, and everything to do with old-fashioned lust. But there was no denying that their mating had amped up the intensity of her pleasure to almost unbearable heights.