His brain shifted into gear, coming out of the fog it had been in since he’d discovered her gone. He didn’t know what the hell was going on, but Angel wanted him as much as she always had. Now that he was thinking straight, he realized that though she struggled, she hadn’t really put up that much of a fight. His woman knew some lethal moves and had she really wanted free of him, he’d be bloody and bruised right now.
Weeks of abstinence reared up to kick him in the balls. It had been too long since he’d had his mate beneath him. The moment of mental clarity allowed him to gain control of his emotions. As the desire of man and wolf combined, the wolf faltered in its struggle, allowing Raul to temporarily subdue it and focus entirely on his mate.
Raul rolled over, lunged out, and caught Angel by the left foot, then reeled her in steadily until he could hook an arm around her waist. He shoved his pelvis into intimate contact with her still-wriggling ass, letting her feel his erection and understand what was coming.
A mini-shudder worked its way through her body, and the autumn-spice scent of her arousal magnified.
“You’re mine,” he told her, voice guttural. “This is mine.” Raul cupped her swollen sex through the damp satiny material of her panties, visible under the black miniskirt hiked high around her thighs.
“Raul!” Not a protest, but a demand for more.
He plunged two thick digits into her passage. Wet, but not wet enough. When aroused, even in human form, he was massive and didn’t want to hurt her. It had been almost three weeks since they’d last made love. Two weeks due to him being on the road and the week before because of the full moon when he hadn’t dared touch her lest his wolf take control.
But for now he, the man, was dominating. It was a tenuous restraint at best. He could feel his wolf, lurking under his skin, watching and waiting for any hint of distraction or weakness on the man’s part. It didn’t understand why Raul wouldn’t share with it the woman who was their life.
He stroked in and out—once, twice, three times. Angel mewled like a sexy kitten and rocked, forcing his fingers deeper. After the third thrust, Raul withdrew his hand and licked his fingers, ignoring Angel’s groaning protest. He ripped her panties off, startling a soft shriek out of her and then lifting her by the hips, buried his face between her legs. Using his teeth, tongue, and lips, he pleasured her into a screaming orgasm.
Only when his face was shiny with her juices did he relent, lowering her body until her knees once more touched the floor. His gaze flowed from the shiny pink folds of her sex, followed the elegant curve of her spine to her slender nape, and focused on the flushed features of her profile.
His cock throbbed in tune with the blood pounding through his veins. Raul wrestled with his belt and zipper, loosening both so he could shove his jeans down his thighs enough for his penis to spring free. How he wanted her. Both wolf and man wanted to mount Angel, cover her body with his as he hammered into her long and deep and sank his canines into the muscle between her shoulder and neck.
While he considered Angel his, he’d never fully mated with her in the shifter way by locking his teeth in her flesh and feeling her blood gush in his mouth. Instead he’d pacified his wolf by covering her with his scent and scraping his canines along the tender sweet spot where her shoulder met her neck. Next month on Angel’s birthday he planned to replace the engagement ring on her finger with a wedding ring—a tangible mark for humans to see exactly to whom she belonged.
The temptation to complete the bond by fully mating with her was so strong, once again Raul felt himself fighting with his beast. For whatever reason, she’d actually left them. A reckoning was coming, but not now. Allowing the wolf out would be detrimental to what he was trying to accomplish at the moment—reclaiming his mate. To avoid that particular temptation, he gently rolled her onto her back.
Angel lay arms spread, eyes closed, breathing hard. Raul lifted her left foot, brought it to his mouth and kissed the arch, then satisfied the urging of his wolf by biting down with his teeth, smiling when she gasped. He pressed his lips to her anklebone, and while scooting forward on his knees, worked his mouth down her calf in nibbling bites.
Moving slow to give her muscles plenty of time to stretch, he straddled her left leg while pressing back on her right until her legs formed an L.
She rose up on her elbows. “Raul, you have me pinned. I can’t move.”
“I don’t want you to. Let me love you, baby,” he cajoled.
“B-but…”
Raul stopped her complaining by stroking her clit with the pad of his thumb. Her eyes glazed, and her toes curled. He did it again, and she moaned. By the fourth stroke, she’d surrendered and once more lay flat on the carpet, fingers digging into the fibers.
In this position, neither one of them had a wide range of movement. Angel couldn’t use any of her Cosmo tricks to incite his lust, and he couldn’t rut on her the way his beast demanded. More importantly, with him on his knees with his thighs spread wide and Angel flat on her back, Raul couldn’t get at her throat, not without causing one or both of them serious discomfort.
He strummed her sensitive bundle of nerves, his gaze fixed on her passion-reddened face. Black eyes heavy-lidded, rosy mouth slightly gaped, she panted soft little breaths of air. He loved seeing her like this.
“Raul…”
“Yes?”
“Come to me,” she pleaded. She ran the tip of her tongue around her lips—those full, moist lips he wanted to feel wrapped around his cock. “Come into me. It’s been so long. I feel so empty.”
This time it was he who shuddered. “God, yes,” he agreed, his voice reverent.
He angled his cock toward her opening. When the head of his penis was lodged between her dewy nether lips, he slowly penetrated her sheath, inch by delectable inch until he was fully embedded.
“Ooooh, you feel so goooood,” she groaned.
Raul paused and took a deep, calming breath. Slow, he had to go slow, he reminded himself. Then he made the mistake of glancing down to where Angel surrounded him. His balls tightened dangerously, warning him this all might be over before it had a chance to fully begin.
He threw back his head and gritted his teeth, calling on every ounce of his flagging control. Angel’s cunt tightened around him, and his hips jerked. “Shit!”
“You like?” she asked in an angelic voice, but the expression on her face was pure demon—of the succubus variety. She did it again.
Why had he deluded himself into thinking he held the reins? His Angel was wild, untamable. One of the many things he loved about her. She was his match in every way.
Giving in to instinct, Raul punched his hips in short, sharp jabs, slicing through honeyed muscles with savage intent. This deep and close, he felt every ripple, every flutter, as she clenched and released around him.
“You keep that up and I’m not going to last long,” he warned.
She gave a siren’s smile. “You wouldn’t leave me hanging,” she countered and brought her hands up to play with her nipples, plucking, squeezing, and stroking the large brown nubs until he thought he’d go insane.
“Madre de Dios!” he bit out.
Laughing softly, she told him, “There’s nothing virginal about me.”
Their gazes locked in sensuous battle, Raul retaliated by slowly trailing his hand down the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. When he traced the delicate crease between her leg and mons, her breath hitched. Smiling, he upped the ante, using his knuckles to brush across her clit, then dance lightly away. Her hips jerked, and she cried out.