He took his lips from hers, his breathing ragged. His finger pushed deep inside her again, and they groaned in unison as her muscles clenched around him.
“You are so hot, so wet, so tight.” He pulled back and pushed deep again.
“Piers, please!”
She was surprised when he urged her on her side, her back to him. He cupped her breast in one hand, toying with her nipple, driving her mad while he pushed her knee forward until she was open and vulnerable to him. He nudged against her from behind while he held her still with one hand around her upper thigh and the other still cupped over her breast. He kissed her shoulder, and nipped at her skin.
“Have you ever made love with anyone?” he murmured against her in between licks and kisses.
“No.”
“You know it will be uncomfortable for a moment?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry.”
Before she could tell him he had nothing to be sorry for, he thrust his hips, slipped inside her, and tore through her virginity. She gasped at the sharp pain and pressure of him filling her and instinctively struggled to get away, but he held her firmly against him.
“Piers!”
“Relax, baby. Just give it a minute.” He stroked her nipple, kissed her neck, and held perfectly still inside her.
He gradually let go of her knee, but she didn’t move. His finger covered her clit and her body began to adjust to his thick invasion. The brief pain was all but forgotten, and the feeling of him inside her, stretching her, no longer hurt. He continued to kiss her, stoking her fire higher, but remained still inside her. After a few more seconds, she pushed back against him and when he growled, she moved again.
He muttered a curse under his breath, pulled out of her until only the tip of him remained and plunged deep. She cried out in pleasure and the shock of being completely possessed by a man for the first time. He groaned against her neck and thrust up inside her again and again. She gasped as the pleasure built to an ache that made her sob. She met him stroke for stroke.
His cock dragged over every nerve in her sheath, making her muscles clench around him as if trying to hold him inside when he pulled back before burying himself once again.
Suddenly, pleasure exploded through her, and she sobbed out his name over and over as the waves of her orgasm rocked through every muscle in her body. Within seconds, he slammed up in her deep and hard and stilled.
He bit down on her shoulder and growled as his cock throbbed with each pulse of his hot seed.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” He kissed her shoulder, soothing the tenderness from his bite, then trailed his lips up the side of her neck to her ear.
“I think I have a bit of an idea.” If she made him feel half as good as he made her feel, she had more than an idea.
She reached up and ran her fingers over the place he’d nipped her, and he covered her hand with his own.
“Don’t worry. I didn’t break the skin. I would never do that until you were ready.”
“What do you mean until I’m ready?” She frowned. She’d thought he’d been talking about not breaking her skin because he’d hurt her, but why would she ever be ready for that?
“I guess your sister didn’t tell you everything about lycans, huh?” He smoothed his fingers along her hip, and she nestled back into the cradle of his warm body.
When his words finally sank in, she stiffened and half turned so she could see his face in the soft glow of the moon.
“My God. Are you saying if you bit me, really bit me, I’d become what you are?”
“Yes.”
Chapter Eleven
Why had he brought up changing her? She’d just acknowledged that she had strong feelings for him by making love with him. The last thing she’d needed to learn was how easy it would be for him to turn her. He wanted to change her more than anything in the world, for that would bind them together, but stranded in a car where she’d nearly frozen to death was not the time or place for such a discussion. Her face showed the repulsion she felt at the idea, and his heart broke.
“Sherry, I—”
“Are you saying you want to make me like you?” She struggled to get away from him, but he held her against him with little effort.
“Let’s not do this right now, okay?”
“No. Let’s do do this right now. I am not a nature girl. I don’t like the woods. I don’t like creepy, crawly things, and I don’t like to camp or hike or swim in a pond or anything else that has to do with the great outdoors. I cannot become a werewolf.” She wiggled, trying to get away from him again, and when he refused to let her go, she cursed.
“I’m not asking you to make that kind of decision right now. I’m sorry it came up.”
“You aren’t asking me to make that kind of decision right now? But you are going to ask?” Her creamy skin shined in the moonlight.
“Sherry, I might ask things of you, might even ask you to consider things that may go against your nature, but I will never force you to do anything that will upset or hurt you. You have to know that by now.”
“It’s just…I don’t know. The past few days have been strange and wonderful. They have been confusing, but yeah, I’m sure of the fact that you don’t want any harm to come to me.”
“I don’t want to ruin what we just shared with talking about things that don’t concern us right now.” He hugged her and was relieved when after a few minutes, she relaxed against him.
“Tell me more about being a, um, lycan.”
“I can’t imagine how hard it might for someone who doesn’t like nature to understand, but being a lycan isn’t a bad thing. Nature is beautiful. It’s a part of all of us whether you feel it or not.” He kissed her on the top of the head and sighed. “When I shift, I feel free of the constraints of humanity, free of all the rules of society.”
“I guess that wouldn’t be a bed feeling at all.”
“My sense of smell, sight, and hearing are enhanced. I am faster and stronger than a human.” He smiled against her shoulder.
“How much stronger?” She looked back at him.
“Much.”
“You’re so big, and you’re that much stronger, yet you’ve never once hurt me. You’ve been gentle with me.”
“I don’t know about gentle, but I try to be careful with you.” He traced a finger over the faint mark on her shoulder where he’d bitten her. “My strength is something I’m aware of at all times around you. I could hurt you with ease.”
“Is that why you want to change me?”
“No, but I won’t lie to you. It would put my mind to rest knowing you were stronger, more resistant to being hurt. I could make love to you without worrying, but that’s not the reason, not the only reason.” Not the reason that mattered most.
“You held back when we were together?” She frowned and worried her lip with her small teeth. “Was it okay for you?”
“It was more than okay for me,” he chuckled. “You know that.”
“I don’t want you to hold back with me.” She turned to face him and reached out to cup his cheek.
He sucked in a sharp breath. “Baby, you have no idea how much you draw the predator out in me. I’ve never met anyone who could do it with such ease, but I would be too rough with you if I unleashed it. I can’t risk it.”
She placed her lips against his and kissed him lazily before tracing the tip of her tongue along the seam of his mouth. Every muscle in his body tensed, primed for taking her once again.
“You won’t hurt me, Piers. I know you won’t.”