Broken Bond (Claimed by Wolves 2)

But this?

This is different.

This is Ridge’s broad chest bared only for me. This is an intimate moment, charged with heady desire.

Seeing Ridge shirtless in this context is totally different than when he strips down before shifting. It’s even different than the night all four men surrounded me on the bed and made me feel things I never had before.

It’s just me and him.

I suddenly do feel a little shy, but I don’t let that stop me from reaching out and resting my hands on his chest. His pecs are muscular and slightly rounded, and they flex under my touch, as if it’s taking all his restraint to stay still while I explore him. Butterflies flap around in my stomach and my breath picks up a little as I drag my palms downward, feeling the slight prickle of his chest hair against my skin.

My fingertips drop lower, tracing the contours of his abs, and when my gaze flickers down to the bulge in his pants, my mouth goes a little dry.

He seems so big compared to me. Large and imposing in every sense.

My fingers graze the skin below his belly button, following the small trail of hair that disappears beneath the waistband of his pants, and Ridge’s breath catches. I see his hands curl into fists at his sides, but he still doesn’t move, allowing me the freedom to touch him and explore him however I want.

Fuck, there are so many ways I want to touch him. I’d need to grow extra arms to do it all at once.

As my hands move lower, I press one palm over the straining bulge in his pants, and Ridge shudders. His hips thrust against me just a little, like he can’t help himself, and I’m shocked when a surge of wetness dampens my panties in response. My clit is throbbing, and as I squeeze the inner muscles of my core, more arousal slicks my panties.

Ridge’s nostrils flare, his honey-colored eyes almost seeming to glow in the dim light.

The recognition in his eyes and the flash of heat in their depths makes me shudder a little.

I’m tempted to reach inside his pants, to flick his button and fly open and free his hard cock. But instead, I drag my hands upward again, soaking up the delicious feeling of his warm, smooth skin beneath my palms.

As I rake my nails gently down his back, I lean forward, drawn by curiosity and blooming desire. My lips meet his chest, and I feel the vibration of his groan as I kiss my way across his skin. His nipples are smaller than mine, but they look just as hard as mine feel. I swipe my tongue across one like a cat lapping up milk, and then I bite down, drawing it between my teeth.

“Fuck.”

Ridge’s voice is choked, the word barely more than a grunt. Before I can swap to the other side and give the same treatment to his left nipple, he grabs my face in his large hands, tilting my head up a half-second before his lips crash down on mine.

If our first kiss tonight was one hundred, this is a thousand. It feels like there’s an actual electric current filling my body, like he’s pouring lightning into my soul, and I cling to him as he bends me backward, his body curving over mine.

I’m gasping for breath when he tugs my shirt off over my head, baring my skin to the heated air between us. His large palms brace my back, supporting me as I arch backward even more. My breasts are on perfect display for him, begging for his lips, his teeth, his tongue. And he doesn’t hesitate.

Just like I did to him, he laps at my nipple with the flat of his tongue. Then he clamps his lips around my breast and sucks, flicking the tight bud with the tip of his tongue until soft whimpers spill from my throat. I don’t know how I can feel everything he’s doing in my clit, but I can. It throbs harder with every brush of his tongue on my nipple, and I squeeze my thighs together, trying to relieve the desperately building ache.

My hands latch on to Ridge’s hair as he devours my breasts, switching from one to the other and then back. I’m staring up at the ceiling, but I can barely even see it. All I’m conscious of is the way this man makes me feel.

“You’re beautiful, Sable,” he murmurs against my skin as he moves his mouth upward, dragging his lips up the valley between my breasts. “You’re like moonlight come to life.”

I blink at his words, startled by the poetry of them. I don’t think I could string two words together right now if I tried, but somehow in the midst of this hurricane of desire and raw need, Ridge found a way to bring tears to my eyes.

I want to say something back—to tell him how ruggedly beautiful he is and how I want to wrap myself in his pine scent—but before I can get my mouth to cooperate, his large hands move down over my ass and grip my thighs.

He lifts me as if I weigh nothing, and my legs automatically wrap around his waist. I can feel the damp crotch of my panties press against his lower abdomen, and he groans when he realizes how wet I am.

Although his entire body is still rigid with tension, he’s gentle and careful as he lays me back on the mattress, settling me beneath him. As his body drapes over mine, I feel the hardness of his cock press against my core, and the friction on my clit makes me whimper. I feel like I’m burning up from the inside, desperate for something to quench the fire in my veins as I hook my heels over Ridge’s ass and grind against him.

He lets out a guttural grunt, his hips rotating against mine with little pulsing thrusts as we crush our bodies together.

It feels so good, pressure in all the right places as his tongue dips into my mouth again, tangling with mine.

I could come like this, I realize. With my panties and his pants still between us, with nothing more than the grind of his cock against me and the feel of him kissing me like he might never stop.

And then, almost as soon as the thought fills my mind, I do come.