Rhiannon kissed his jaw, dragging her lips down his neck then back up again. “Clothes,” she managed, though her tongue felt thick, “off.”
Grant rolled off the bed and discarded his clothes. Before she could blink he was next to her once more, stroking her flesh as he nuzzled at her neck.
His delicious body called to her. He was broader, taller, more thickly muscled than Jack. Not that Jack was any slouch in the bod department. He was lean, like a runner, and Grant was square, brutish—like a boxer.
A shiver ran right through her.
She rolled on top of him, which produced a growl from her alpha.
But he remained pinned beneath her, allowing her to take what she wanted.
Oh, yes. He was built. Hard muscle. Soft skin. Look at those abs! Hair lightly furred his pectorals and stomach. With lips and tongue, Roxie worked her way to his pectorals, taking a detour to one coin-sized areola and its tiny, hard peak. She tugged it between her teeth, flicking the tip rapidly. Grant wrapped his hands into her hair as she attacked his other nipple and gave it the same torturous treatment.
“Oh, babe,” he murmured. “You feel so good.”
She moved further down his chest, exploring the muscled ridges of his stomach.
Slipping down further, she knelt between his legs. She grasped his thick, hard shaft, loving the feel of it against her palm. She done the same wonderful things with Jack, and now she got the same with Grant. Soon, she would have them together.
She was a lucky, lucky girl.
Cupping his balls, she squeezed lightly as she licked his mushroomed head, sucking it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the rim, flicking the tiny bumps on the underside.
His breathing went ragged and his thighs tensed.
Roxie’s heart pounded frantically as lust thickened in her belly. She wanted Grant desperately. Her body hummed with need, with heat.
The musky scent of his sex excited her. She went down on him all the way, sucking his manhood to the base as she fondled his sac.
The hands once tangled in her hair slipped away. One clutched at the bunched covers—the other retraced the path to her hair, tangled in the long locks. She didn’t mind as he pressed down. The gesture was both plea and command.
She took him all the way, just like she’d taken Jack. Just like she would take them both. Her lovers. Her mates.
The next thing she knew Grant had lifted her away from her ardent pleasuring of his cock. She growled, and he growled back. She could see the animal in his face. His eyes had morphed into wolf and his face wavered.
“On your knees.”
For a moment, she stared at him, her own wolf scrabbling to get out, to bite and claw, and make him work for it. Make him take her.
But her human side won that battle.
She wanted him inside her. So, she chose subservience.
She got on her hands and knees, parting her legs and lifting her ass in complete compliance to the alpha.
“Oh, so good,” he said. “So beautiful.”
His harsh breathing echoed hers as Grant took position behind her.
His hands coasted up her thighs and over her buttocks. Excitement raced up her spine.
The ridge of his hard cock pressed against her ass. She bit her lower lip as he gripped her hips and slid his shaft between her thighs. Slowly, too damned slowly, he pierced her slick folds, nudging her entrance.
She moaned as he fitted the head of his cock inside her. But he didn’t move. She wiggled back, but he kept her that teasing position, which offered both erotic anticipation and aching frustration.
“What do you want, Roxie?”
“You.”
She quivered. Her fingernails curled into covers. Bastard. Sweat beaded between her breasts, and her entire being ached to feel him take her.
Grant pushed a little further inside her and she whimpered. Her heart pounded and her body writhed in fervid heat. She moaned again, trying to work his cock further inside her.
He smacked her ass.
Yes. “Do it again,” she begged.
He spanked her again, harder, and then he took her fully—a swiftly fervent penetration that sucked all the breath out of her lungs.
Frantically, she moved her hips to meet Grant’s every rough plunge.
He clutched her, fingers digging as he pound into her, and she took it, feeling the sweet rhythm stretch toward ultimate pleasure.
He gave her another open palm smack.
“Oh!” The stinging pain reverberated straight toward those tightening strings of orgasm. So close. “Do it again!” she demanded.
Grant obliged.
The rough slap sent her straight over the edge. She screamed as pleasure cascaded through her, and those sounds of her ecstasy were met with the fierce growls of her werewolf lover.
He embedded himself, a guttural roar accompanying the jettison of his seed deep within her.
Roxie sank into the covers, gulping in air. Her ass throbbed, but she felt really, really good.
Grant fell beside her, his expression pure satisfaction. He traced her spine with one fingertip. “I can’t wait to do that with you again.”
“You and Jack,” said Roxie.
“Yeah.”