“I can help you if you’ll let me, but it will take a significant amount of trust on your part.”
“Yeah, I know why too. I didn’t forget the conversation between you and Brent. I’m not sure I can go through it again, Galen. It was horrible when Terrance bit me . . . excruciating. I always credited myself with being tough, but I don’t know if I can handle it again.”
“If I bite you, it won’t hurt like it did with Terrance. It will be uncomfortable, but if I do it while we are making love, you will hardly notice. Some say it is stimulating during sex. I won’t push you on this. The decision is completely yours. I can’t begin to understand your pain or fear. I only want to help ease your discomfort. I love you. I die a little inside every time I think of what you must be going through, and how I should have protected you.”
“Let’s not get back into this being your fault again. It’s not, and I don’t blame you.” She sighed and leaned her head against his chest. “It’s bad, Galen. It really hurts bad. It comes and goes in waves, but at its peak”—she shuddered—”sometimes I want to scream.”
He tipped her chin up until their eyes met. “Let me help you,” he whispered.
“I’m scared,” she whispered back.
“I know, but I won’t hurt you.”
“I’ll think about it. Will you please make love to me now? And maybe we could use my bed?”
“Maybe we’ll get there eventually.” He smiled.
She squeaked when he lifted her from his lap and deposited her on the edge of the table in front of him. He pulled her jeans and panties off, then tugged her shirt over her head, being careful not to bump her injured shoulder. He growled low in his throat as his glowing eyes traced the contours of her body. She blushed when he placed her feet on the tops of his thighs.
“This isn’t fair,” she whispered.
“Why?” His brow shot up.
“I’m naked, and you’re not.”
“That’s easily remedied.” He stood, and got rid of his shirt.
She licked her lips at the broad expanse of muscle that was now on display, and when he reached for the buttons on his jeans, her eyes greedily fell to his fingers, waiting in anticipation. His hands froze, and it took a low growl to bring her gaze back to his face. Her breath caught in her throat at the blatantly feral look on his face. He looked as if he was about to eat her up. At that moment, she had no idea why Red would ever run from the wolf.
“What’s wrong?” She gulped in a breath of air.
“The way you look at me. Your beautiful eyes glazed with scorching need and passion just for me. It tests my control, Myka.”
“Who says you need control?” She giggled nervously.
“Me. I want to taste every inch of you, and right now, all my body wants is to get inside you as fast as it can.”
“Maybe I wouldn’t mind,” she said huskily.
He groaned, unbuttoned the rest of the buttons, and slid the jeans off his long legs while toeing his boots off. She sucked in another breath at the sight of him. He was glorious, and he was all hers.
He sat back down on the chair in front of her and placed her feet on the tops of his thighs once again. They were nearly eye to eye, and she didn’t feel quite so small from this angle. He reached out and gently traced the row of puncture wounds from Terrance’s bite. He looked up at her with anger burning in his still-glowing eyes.
“No.” She cupped his face. “Don’t bring him into this. This is only you and me. I don’t want anything or anyone else here when we are together.”
“Let me make it better for you,” he said through clenched teeth.
“I’ll think about it.”
He continued to stare at her. His gaze burned through her, heating her body, making her want to squirm, but he finally nodded. His lips captured hers, and she wound her arms around his neck. She pressed herself against his big, naked chest, and fire scorched her veins. She’d never met anyone who made her feel complete, like all of life’s mysteries were solved as long as he held her.
His tongue playfully danced in her mouth, but soon the playfulness turned dominating, demanding, and she wanted nothing more than to give him everything he asked for. In return, he gave her more pleasure than she’d ever dreamed of. He cupped the back of her head and held her prisoner to his mouth and tongue. She moaned as he licked, nibbled, and drank in every sigh, every groan, every single breath. He was devouring her, and they began to meld, blend, and become one.
She cried out at the loss of his mouth as he began to gently nip his way across her jaw, down her neck, and over her collarbone before stopping at her shoulder. Her fingers tangled in his short hair as he gently kissed and licked every puncture from the bite, even turning her to get the ones on her back before wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly as he laid his head against her chest.
Every single touch, caress, lick, and nibble spoke of his love for her. It was as if he cherished her, as if he worshipped her, and it made her feel sexy as hell. She held him against her, and when he loosened the hug and turned his face to take one of her nipples into his mouth, she whimpered in delight.
His hands splayed over and curled around the tops of her thighs and pushed them wide before he moved to her other nipple and sucked it into his hot mouth. She arched against him and held him to her, urging him on. His fingers snaked farther up her thighs, and she moaned when he spread her labia and thumbed her clit. The pressure built inside her, and she squirmed. He stilled her by gripping her hips with his long fingers, then kissed his way down her belly before laving her navel. She whimpered again when he trailed his mouth lower and licked a trail over her mound, then tongued her clit.
She collapsed back onto the table when he buried his face between her legs. His tongue was magical in its quest to bring her pleasure, dipping inside her and circling her clit with expertise. He pushed her legs wider and tugged her to the edge of the table. When she tried to sit up again, he gently, but firmly pushed her back down and guided her hands where she could grip the lip with her fingers to anchor herself.
His tongue curled around her clit again before slowly licking a path down her slit, then diving deep inside. She moaned and tried to tighten her legs around his head, but he wedged his wide shoulders between her thighs, keeping her splayed for his welcomed assault. He licked back up to her clit, then slid one long finger inside. The pressure built another notch, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she exploded.
She whimpered when he slid another finger inside her and stretched her until she was on the precipice of pain, but somehow that only excited her further.
“You’re so tight, angel. I want to make sure you are ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice vibrated against her.
Her body yielded and accommodated his fingers as they slid in and out of her with ease, but when he slowly started to add a third finger, she squeaked in alarm.
“Shhh. Relax, Myka. I won’t hurt you.”
Before she could protest that three of his fingers would never fit, his tongue landed on her clit once again, and she forgot everything but the fire that shot through her and settled just under his tongue. Within moments, she was amazed that he was now making love to her with his beautiful mouth and three fingers. Not only did it not hurt, but the fullness inside her felt amazing.
“I want you, Galen. Please,” she pleaded. She didn’t want to come without him inside her this time.
He stood, and she hissed at the sudden loss of the fullness and slide of his wicked fingers. He gently turned her until she was chest down on the table, and guided her arms to stretch out at her sides. Her hips dangled over the end, and he stepped between them before leaning over her. Her entire back was suddenly engulfed by the heat of him.