It took concentration to find the words, to put together a coherent sentence. “This is only my second time, you know.” Then she used her mouth on the strong cords of his neck.
He liked that, his chest rumbling against her. “I’ll make it good for you. You know I will.” Arrogant and sexy and tender, he braced himself on one arm, running the fingers of the other down her front, over the buttons of her shirt. “I don’t like this.”
The shirt tore down the middle.
As she sucked in a startled breath, he pressed an openmouthed kiss to the bared flesh of her abdomen, his hand stroking under and around the torn shirt to spread over her lower back.
“Hawke.”
Sliding his hand around to the front again, he moved it in slow circles over her navel. “Hmm?” Another kiss, this one on her breastbone. “Does something hurt, baby?”
She shook her head. “Kiss me.”
A wolf-sharp smile before he gave her exactly what she wanted. A kiss that tore her wide open with its sensual tenderness and reformed her anew. She nipped at his mouth this time, and he paused, gave her a look out of eyes slitted until she could only see a strip of wolf-blue. “You bit me.”
“I say it’s fair play.” She tapped her own lower lip. “You’ve done it more than once.”
He growled low in his throat, splaying his hand over her ribs. “Bite me again.”
Undone, she did. Then, deciding to play as wild as her lover, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders and gripped the taut tendon of his neck between her teeth. He froze above her, his entire body tense with expectation.
She bit down hard enough to leave a mark before releasing him.
He snarled at her—but she wasn’t fooled. She’d seen the wolf laughing in his eyes. “I marked you,” she said, smug.
His hand closed around her throat. “Maybe I’m mad at being marked up.”
“Are you?”
His answer was to move his hand, place it over her breast, her bra no protection against the primal heat of him. “I know where I’m going to mark you. Again.”
Feeling her flesh swell under his touch, she said, “What if I don’t like being marked up?”
“Tough.” A blur of movement and her bra was in so many shreds around the bed.
Sienna rose toward him in wicked invitation. He made a deep rumbling sound in his throat that peaked her nipples to tight points, and then his lips were on her soft flesh, marking, branding, tasting, and sucking. Thought scattered, sensation crashed. Thrusting her hands into his hair, she held on for the ride of her life.
HAWKE tried to pull himself back, knowing Sienna wasn’t equipped to handle everything even after last night. He couldn’t do it. He’d waited too long for her—wolf and man wanted her with feral ferocity. “If you need to stop me,” he forced himself to say, lifting his head to meet her gaze, “do what you need to do.”
Cardinal eyes gone black with desire locked with his own. “Are you planning to hurt me?”
He growled. That was a question that didn’t need an answer.
“Then why,” she murmured, “would I want to stop you?” Her hands tugging at his hair, pulling him up so she could seduce his mouth with a hot, drugging kiss. “Give me everything.” A whisper. A command.
He didn’t take orders from anyone . . . but for her, he’d make an exception. Closing his hand over the erotic invitation of her breast once more, he squeezed, catching her responding cry with his mouth. Under his palm, her nipple was hard, pebbled, pure temptation.
Breaking the kiss, he made his way back down her throat, nipping at her pulse because he liked the way that made her body flush with heat, the sensual musk of her deep and earthy. It drugged his wolf, intoxicated the man. Flicking out his tongue to tease the taut bud of her nipple, he smiled as her abdomen quivered under his palm.
He bit her next.
She jumped but didn’t seem to mind his teeth there. But it was when he began to suck with hard, long pulls while plucking at her neglected nipple that she moaned, her hands clenching in his hair. Filing away that piece of knowledge for future reference, he scraped his teeth over her nipple.
Her entire body jerked.
Switching hand and mouth, he rubbed his thumb over the nipple he’d left wet and throbbing, then settled down to give the other one the same treatment. A rumbling sound of sexual pleasure rolled up from his chest as her ankles locked at his back, merging with her throaty little cries.
When he lifted his head, her breath was jagged, her skin bearing the marks of his loving. But she was very much with him, his smart, sexy Psy. Raising her fingers, she played them over his lips, laughing when he tried to nip at them. Then she growled at him. Delighted, his wolf leaned down to press kisses along her jaw, down the line of her throat.