His Adam’s apple undulated as he swallowed hard and watched me. Am I really doing this? I must be crazy, I thought to myself.
I felt the ripple move through me, and I shuddered as my body shifted in the blink of an eye. Through my panther’s eyes, I gazed at Wheeler. His breath quickened and his eyes were wide. He stayed still as my animal moved closer. When she stretched her neck to smell his face, I watched in surprise as he suddenly clasped his hands around her jowls and rubbed hard.
“You’re beautiful,” he said with a handsome grin, looking her straight in the eye. “You hear me in there, Naya? You’re gorgeous.”
My heart soared. Wheeler rocked with laughter, holding his hand in front of her mouth as she licked his palm with her rough tongue. When my panther rubbed her face against his, I quickly took control and shifted back to human form.
His laugh filled me with such a wonderful feeling, and it slowly died down as he looked at me with amorous eyes. I straddled him—nuzzling my face against his.
“You’re a crazy old wolf. Did you get the answer you were looking for?” I asked, nibbling his earlobe.
“Yeah, kitty cat,” he said softly, running his hands over my back. “I got it.”
I kissed him and something in his expression had changed.
“What do you crave after a shift?” he asked.
“You.”
Wheeler shuddered when I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his shaft, stroking it across my slick cleft. His eyes closed upon contact, and the deeper I took him, the more I had to pull back in small doses to make sure I could take him completely. My heart thundered against my chest as a connection formed between us that I’d never experienced with another man—something on an emotional level that went beyond the physical. His hands had never left me, and they were exploring my thick legs, my soft stomach, my supple breasts, and every glorious inch of my body. But the most arousing part of it all was that he never stripped his gaze from mine.
“You feel too goddamn good,” he said in strained words.
“Keep touching me. I won’t break.”
His fingers squeezed my thighs tight and I moved my body faster. The ropes of muscle in his arms and neck strained, and my nails bit into his chest.
Wheeler roared, his body tense. Something primal heated in his eyes.
He reached up, twisting my nipples between his fingers until they elongated. Then he groaned, cupping his hands over my breasts and grimacing.
“You need to stop… stop,” he bit out. “I’m about to—”
I circled my hips. “Not yet. I didn’t give you my permission.”
The next thing I knew, I was sailing through the air and onto my back. My head hung off the foot of the bed and he pounded into me—his mouth on my breasts and his scent in my nose. My God, I’d never felt anything so delicious! All the blood rushing to my head intensified the orgasm that was about to crash into us.
He dragged my body back onto the bed and settled his eyes on mine. His rhythm was relentless—each stroke even harder than the last, as if he were punishing me, and he filled me so completely that I’d never felt so taken. Wheeler maintained direct eye contact, and I could tell he liked the power play between us.
“Even… better… than I imagined,” he said between heated breaths. “Christ, your body feels so fucking good.”
I gripped the back of his neck and cried out—a bolt of pleasure taking siege and holding me hostage. My nails bit into his skin and I held on through the most powerful climax I’d ever experienced.
Wheeler didn’t stop. He pounded into me, faster, deeper. The headboard slammed against the wall and a book tumbled off.
“Pull my hair,” he said in a rough voice.
I moaned and gripped his hair in a tight fist.
“Harder,” he growled. “Punish me.”
Wheeler didn’t really want me to give him pain; he needed someone to take control of his pleasure. So I threw him off me.
With stunned eyes, he watched me turn onto my hands and knees, peering at him over my shoulder. I shook my derriere and gave him a sultry smile. “I’d rather you punish me. Show me how the big bad wolf likes it.”
Like a predator, he rose up on his knees and gripped my hips. Wheeler drove his shaft into me so hard that I cried out.
“You like this, kitty cat?” He reached around and stroked me with his fingers. “Did I mention how I like you waxed? Fuck…”
Now I understood the power of a wolf in the bedroom when he was in his domain. My insides heated, and I became so wet that he moaned profanities as he slapped his hips against my behind, creating one of the most erotic sounds.
I gripped the sheets, desire coiling tight. He moved faster, and when his fingers brushed over my sex again, I gasped.
Wheeler flipped me onto my back, never losing momentum. I gripped his taut biceps as if letting go meant falling off the earth. Pleasure quickly turned to agony on his face, and I knew he needed to find his release.