Rescued by the Wolf (Blood Moon Brotherhood 2)

“I’m not fragile, Mal,” she gasped. “You won’t break me.” She stroked his cheek.

Her body was his, there was no denying that. She wanted him to fall apart with her, to lose himself in her with no restraint or regrets. She arched into him, so tight around him, and marveled at the onslaught of new sensations his response stirred. His jaw locked, all of him shook, and he growled, “Fuck, I won’t hurt you.”

He was raw and hungry for her, and it was beautiful. Jaw clenched. Cheeks flushed. Nostrils flared. And those dark brown eyes crashing into her.

The hitch in his breath surprised her. She reached up, twining her fingers in his hair to pull him to her. His lips were heaven. Feather-light kisses rained down on her lips and neck before he latched onto her throbbing nipple. The teasing of his tongue had her bucking against him. Hard and soft. Gentle and rough. His lovemaking was no different than he was.

He sucked one nipple into his mouth, his thumb and forefinger plucking and teasing the other. It was all she needed.

Chapter Sixteen

Mal couldn’t hold back any longer. Watching Olivia’s body bow up to meet him, gripped tight in her orgasm, was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Her breasts shuddered. Her nipples were hard and demanding his mouth. When her hands clutched his ass, holding him in place deep inside her, something shifted.

She was his. His wolf claimed her. Her wolf claimed him. Hollis was wrong about the condom—damn wrong. Whatever uncertainty he’d felt vanished in that moment, and with it came a peace deep in his bones. The link he shared with the pack was there, but what they shared—he and Olivia—was more. What they shared was everything. He stared at her, mesmerized by the truth.

The need to seal their bond was real.

Her hazel eyes closed as her climax lingered, as her body convulsed around him, tight and hot. He didn’t stand a chance. He pumped into her, each stroke pushing him closer to the edge. She wrapped a leg around his waist and sent him free falling. He roared through his release, his blood and body throbbing with pleasure—and possession.

When he collapsed on her, her arms held him close. Olivia’s scent. Olivia’s skin. Olivia’s heartbeat thundering beneath his ear. He pressed his eyes shut, fighting the dread of what would happen now.

“Mal?” she whispered.

He looked up at her.

She studied him, her fingers sliding through his hair and a smile on her lips. That smile was his. For him.

He rested on his elbow, stroking her cheek. He hadn’t been easy with her, the way he should have been. Once he was buried inside her, he’d been too far gone to slow down. “You okay?”

That damn smile grew bigger.

He grinned, stroking his thumb along her temple and brow. The tip of her nose. The curve of her lips and shell of her ear. He explored her without the fog of desire clouding his gaze. She was incredible. “So soft,” he whispered, running his fingers along her throat.

Her hand ran along his neck and shoulder. “All hard angles.” Her fingers brushed his lips so he kissed them. “Except here.” She sighed, shaking her head. “You were right.”

“I can’t wait to hear this.” He grinned.

She blushed. “Mirrors weren’t necessary.”

The burn of want flared instantly. If she wanted mirrors, he’d get her mirrors. She was enough. Lying here watching her was enough. Sexy as hell. All woman. His. If he wanted to touch her, he could. So he did. The back of his knuckles skimmed the round fullness of her breast. A shudder racked her, making her breasts quiver. “Damn,” he groaned. He could touch her all night; his wolf demanded it, and Mal didn’t see any point arguing.

“I’m thirsty.” Olivia frowned. “Really thirsty. Is that normal?”

He laughed. “Nothing about you is normal.”

Her frown grew. “Is that a compliment?”

He kissed her, his tongue tracing the seam of her

lips. He groaned then rolled off her and out of the bed. “It is. I’ll get you a drink.”

She turned onto her side, her gaze devouring him. “Thank you. When you come back, can you stand there? Just like that?”

He swallowed. “I’ll try.” But if she kept looking at him that way, it wouldn’t last for long. He was already aching to be inside her again.

Her gaze settled on his rising erection. She licked her lower lip. “Hurry, Mal.”

He headed into the bathroom. Once the used condom was disposed of, he washed his hands and face and filled a glass for Olivia. A white-hot pain stabbed through his upper thigh. It was hard and fast, almost bringing him to his knees. He slammed the cup onto the counter, gripping the counter. But the pain receded just as quickly as it started. He ran his hand over his thigh, feeling a new scar, and stared at his reflection.