their kind. Why the hell did he have to be a breed her kind despised? He was a werewolf with honor, who would fight, kill and love with a passion most werewolves would never know. Nicolo was a rare breed, and one she wanted to know a hell of a lot better.
When he held her coffee and offered it to her, he didn’t press the cup to her lips. His expression remained solemn while he held it for her, waiting for her to take it. She balanced herself on his lap, one hand on the table and the other holding her towel in place. Either she let go of the table and hold his arm for balance or she let go of the towel.
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“Thank you,” she whispered, taking the coffee cup as she decided to do both.
Letting go of the table, she touched his arm. At the same time, she released the towel, feeling it slide down the top of her breasts while she took the cup. Watching him while she sipped, the smell of coffee and perfectly cooked meat faded when his lust filled the air between them. His gaze dropped quickly, silver streaks flashing in his dark eyes.
“I need to be inside you,” he growled.
Heidi almost choked on her coffee.
“When?” she asked, clearing her voice and then gulping more of the coffee before putting the cup on the table. The hot brew sloshed when she set it down. She trembled with excitement and nervousness.
“Are you full?” Nicolo took the towel and pulled it from her.
Once again, she was naked before him. Her nipples hardened quickly and her breasts swelled. Touching him now, resting her fingers over his arm, proved answer enough for him. He gripped her waist, lifting her until he could latch on to her nipple.
He sucked her in while a rumble tore through him.
“I’m not hungry for food anymore,” she managed to utter, arching into him while letting her head fall back. “Oh Nicolo, that feels so good.”
She braced her hands on his shoulders, holding on with everything she had. He moved his mouth from one breast to the other, humming his appreciation while his tongue swirled around her nipple and his teeth tortured her puckered flesh.
“Pull my cock out,” he said with his mouth full of breast.
Heidi moved her hands from his shoulder, obeying before she’d even given his request any thought.
Fucking Nicolo, a werewolf who’d already displayed signs of being strongly traditional, would be more than just casual sex. He’d made that clear, and she wanted it to be more. So much more. But how much time did they have? When would they have moments to learn each other’s thoughts? It wasn’t like they could go to dinner or run over the mountain together. If they were seen publicly together, their packs would attack and she would be shackled, or worse yet, shunned.
She hated shoving the morbid thoughts out of her mind. Heidi was a realist. Life wasn’t easy and she’d learned at a young age that fairy tales of gallant werewolves who would protect and honor her were just that. But damn it, Nicolo was everything she’d ever fantasized about. He was absolutely perfect.
Her fingers ran over the length of his shaft, and all concern over their actions or any meaning behind what they did faded completely.
Good fucking grief!
Nicolo was hung! She knew lunewulfs were a smaller breed than other werewolves, but holy fucking shit had she been deprived!
“Take it out,” he growled.
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She trembled, energy rushing inside her so quickly she shook as she pulled on his sweatpants until his cock bounced between them. She looked down and at the same time Nicolo raised his head, leaving her nipples damp and tender. He met her gaze with almost silver eyes that glowed against his dark skin. His black hair was tousled and his teeth had grown slightly, giving her a hint as to how aroused he’d become.
Nicolo fought the change, the need for her consuming him. His lust made her drunk.
“I’ve never seen a werewolf so…” Her words faded as heat burned her cheeks.
He almost
When he held her coffee and offered it to her, he didn’t press the cup to her lips. His expression remained solemn while he held it for her, waiting for her to take it. She balanced herself on his lap, one hand on the table and the other holding her towel in place. Either she let go of the table and hold his arm for balance or she let go of the towel.
53
Lorie O’Clare
“Thank you,” she whispered, taking the coffee cup as she decided to do both.
Letting go of the table, she touched his arm. At the same time, she released the towel, feeling it slide down the top of her breasts while she took the cup. Watching him while she sipped, the smell of coffee and perfectly cooked meat faded when his lust filled the air between them. His gaze dropped quickly, silver streaks flashing in his dark eyes.
“I need to be inside you,” he growled.
Heidi almost choked on her coffee.
“When?” she asked, clearing her voice and then gulping more of the coffee before putting the cup on the table. The hot brew sloshed when she set it down. She trembled with excitement and nervousness.
“Are you full?” Nicolo took the towel and pulled it from her.
Once again, she was naked before him. Her nipples hardened quickly and her breasts swelled. Touching him now, resting her fingers over his arm, proved answer enough for him. He gripped her waist, lifting her until he could latch on to her nipple.
He sucked her in while a rumble tore through him.
“I’m not hungry for food anymore,” she managed to utter, arching into him while letting her head fall back. “Oh Nicolo, that feels so good.”
She braced her hands on his shoulders, holding on with everything she had. He moved his mouth from one breast to the other, humming his appreciation while his tongue swirled around her nipple and his teeth tortured her puckered flesh.
“Pull my cock out,” he said with his mouth full of breast.
Heidi moved her hands from his shoulder, obeying before she’d even given his request any thought.
Fucking Nicolo, a werewolf who’d already displayed signs of being strongly traditional, would be more than just casual sex. He’d made that clear, and she wanted it to be more. So much more. But how much time did they have? When would they have moments to learn each other’s thoughts? It wasn’t like they could go to dinner or run over the mountain together. If they were seen publicly together, their packs would attack and she would be shackled, or worse yet, shunned.
She hated shoving the morbid thoughts out of her mind. Heidi was a realist. Life wasn’t easy and she’d learned at a young age that fairy tales of gallant werewolves who would protect and honor her were just that. But damn it, Nicolo was everything she’d ever fantasized about. He was absolutely perfect.
Her fingers ran over the length of his shaft, and all concern over their actions or any meaning behind what they did faded completely.
Good fucking grief!
Nicolo was hung! She knew lunewulfs were a smaller breed than other werewolves, but holy fucking shit had she been deprived!
“Take it out,” he growled.
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She trembled, energy rushing inside her so quickly she shook as she pulled on his sweatpants until his cock bounced between them. She looked down and at the same time Nicolo raised his head, leaving her nipples damp and tender. He met her gaze with almost silver eyes that glowed against his dark skin. His black hair was tousled and his teeth had grown slightly, giving her a hint as to how aroused he’d become.
Nicolo fought the change, the need for her consuming him. His lust made her drunk.
“I’ve never seen a werewolf so…” Her words faded as heat burned her cheeks.
He almost
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