Saved by the Wolf (A BBW Paranormal Wolf Shifter Romance) Page 7

  “Stop thinking, Katie.”

  She knew he was afraid she was trying to talk herself out of this, but that wasn’t the case. Not now anyway. She smiled a little thinking how well he knew her in such a short amount of time. She wanted this more than she’d ever wanted anything else in her life. And she’d wanted a lot. A family who might have at least pretended to care about her, a job that paid well and a man who loved her enough to start a family with her.

  She’d gotten her job, but that had been her only dream come true and she had accepted the trade off on that as well. Nursing was not all altruistic and compassion. Some people just didn’t want to be helped.

  She had no illusions that this—this night—would lead to her last dream coming true. Logan might say the pretty things, but there was no way he was going to settle down—settle—for a woman like her.

  “I’m thinking,” she said in her best seductive voice, “that you need to kiss me.”

  “Anything my lady desires. I am yours to command.”

  He bent his head and took her lips. She’d experienced caring and tender kisses from him, a hungry kiss and even an angry kiss. This was all those wrapped into one and then some. She tasted the tenderness, felt the bite of passion and he fed her own hunger with his. His lips plundered and devoured. And she returned every caress, every lick. Made every promise. He pulled away only when they needed to breathe. She kneaded his shoulders, unable to get enough of the feel of his big body.

  “Now, take off some of your clothes, wolf. Show me what you’ve got.”

  A dark brow rose at her aggressiveness, but he obeyed her—after a planting a hard kiss on her mouth that left her gasping for breath and pressing her thighs together to stop the ache that was building.

  This is what she wanted, she realized, seeing the hunger in his eyes as he watched her watching him. Not just the intimacy, but the wanting. She craved his desire for her. No man had ever felt those needs, not for her.

  Like her, he’d kicked off his shoes and socks by the front door. His feet were bare and that even made a tingle of want race over her. He was sure in his movements as he removed his clothes. She couldn’t help but giggle as he did a watered downed version of a strip tease for her, rotating his hips and shoulders suggestively. When had she ever felt so free? That was an easy answer—never.

  He lifted his arms and reached behind his back to remove the sweater he was wearing. Damn, but that was sexy. It made the muscles in his arms flex and his stomach cave in, tightening the defined rows that made up his six pack.

  She licked her lips when his hands slowly lowered his zipper, revealing a patch of dark hair. Instead of pushing his jeans off, he reached inside the opening and cupped his cock. He smoothed his hand up and down the rigid length, as if to say, yeah, baby, I want you. I want you bad.

  She looked at his face and discovered he was watching her and her reactions. Finally, he used both hands to push his jeans over his hips. His cock sprang forward, heavy with need. Katie wanted to curl up in a ball to hold all the luscious sensations he was evoking deep inside forever. She knew she’d never feel like this ever again.

  “Now for you.” He stepped back to the bed, naked and proud, his cock jaunting out from his body, swaying as he walked. Veins stood out along its length and pre-cum wet the slit. Once he reached the side, he bent forward and clamped his hands around her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She gave a little squeal at his show of force, but inside she secretly loved it. He pulled her into a sitting position. She inhaled sharply when that brought her face to face with his cock. The earthy scent of him made her moan. She wanted to taste him so badly. He looked down at her when he heard her. “Not that I wouldn’t love a blow job from you, baby. Right now is about you.”

  His raw words didn’t help the ache inside her. While she was distracted by the large, still apparently growing cock in front of her face, he had her unflattering thermal shirt up and over her head.

  He growled at the layers of clothing he still had to remove and she grinned up at him, happier than she had ever been in her life. What could she say? It had been cold in the cabin. The grin still on her face, she raised her hands over her head, aiding his removal of her clothing.

  “Good girl.” Once the t-shirt was removed some of her confidence faded. She was sitting in front of a very aroused wolf shifter in nothing more than a bra, fuzzy pajama bottoms and a pair of large cotton panties. She’d felt no need to wear a pair of the sexy panties she’d packed. Not the sexiest outfit she’d ever had on. She didn’t think the lace insets of her bra would make up for the utilitarian look of the rest of her outfit.

  Logan trailed the backs of his fingers down her cheek, along her throat, ending at the deep vee of her bra. “The way I feel when I touch you, Katie. I can’t describe it.”

  She shivered as his hand moved lower to the clasp of her bra. His eyes were now a pool of dark swirling browns and golds. He hooked his finger around the middle of her bra and pulled, making her arch her breasts toward him. The click as the clasp yielded to his touch filled the silence of the room. He slid his large hand inside one side of the bra. Her labored breathing had her chest heaving, thrusting her swollen breast into the palm of his hand. When he at last closed it around her aching flesh, she shut her eyes and choked back a moan.

  She heard him moan with her.

  “It’s like touching heaven,” he whispered as he knelt before her, still cupping her left breast. His fingers caressed the soft underside before releasing the other breast from the bra. Immediately it was covered by his warm palm and he was kneading her, caressing her. Her fullness overflowed his hands and Katie knew from this moment forward she would always appreciate her size.

  He let go of one breast and took her hand, guiding her fingers down until she was cupping him.

  “Touch me, Katie. I need you to touch me.”

  Nothing in her experience had ever prepared her for the impact of this man. For long moments, they simply touched each other. He stroked her breasts and she stroked his cock, using the pre-cum to slide easily up and down, feeling the flesh harden with every glide of her hand. She brushed her palm over the swollen head. She kept her touch as feather-light as his, wondering who would break first.

  When his lips touched her nipples, she knew the teasing was a win-win for both of them. She tightened her fingers around his cock and pulled, making him grunt. When he bit one of her nipples, she forgot everything.

  Logan groaned as Katie pumped him with her hand. He was use to banking his desire, but her touch was driving him crazy. She evoked deeper and darker feelings than he had ever known.

  Claim her, mate her, knot her, rang through his head again and again. He’d never felt so compelled to spread a woman’s legs and thrust inside her.

  But then he’d never had his mate in his arms before either.

  A mate whose beautiful breasts were bared to him. White supple skin etched with blue veins rising in such plushness, spilling from his hands. She had the kind of fair skin that made her look delicate and vulnerable. He knew his mate was both. Her nipples stood at attention, a reddish pink shimmering on the end of the milk-white skin. The image went straight to his cock, hardening him even more, if that were possible.

  He was harder, more aroused than he’d ever been in his life. As was right. He was with his mate.

  “Enough,” he muttered, drawing her hand away from him. Anymore of that and he go off like a teen getting his first illicit glimpse of a woman’s breasts.

  He pulled her toward him and his mouth, wet and hard, found the center of her breast and sucked her nipple inside, drinking from her. “I’ve wanted you for so damned long.”

  Something about Logan’s words made Katie want to stop and ask him what he meant, but then, he was taking her other nipple in his mouth and she suddenly didn’t care. The tug of his touch on her breasts pulled low inside her, making her pussy contract with need, her womb ache to be filled, which was such a dangerous thought. At hi
s touch, she thrust her hands into his thick hair, drawing him closer, letting him know how much pleasure his touch was bringing her.

  His rough hands cupped them, holding them up for his pleasure. He licked and suckled and bit and…he devoured her breasts. Eating at them as if he couldn’t get enough. Fire burned over her wet skin.

  “Katie,” he whispered against her flesh before lifting his head and staring into her eyes again. In the semi-darkness of the room she saw the streaks of gold in his brown gaze, witnessed his own flare of passion and want before he lowered his head and kissed her full on the mouth.

  He touched the tip of his tongue to her bottom lip and then his tongue flicked against her teeth, silently commanding her to open for him. She parted for him, needing him as much as he needed her. He slipped inside and yearning, like a silken cord, seemed to unwind deep inside her heart and spread through her body—and into his. It was if they were slowly entwining themselves together.

  For an instant, her hands fluttered helplessly as she tried to figure out where to touch him. Then she remembered. She could touch him anywhere. Her hands settled on his shoulders, and she kneaded the tense muscles she felt. He was hard as a rock—all over. She’d felt the proof not moments before. Katie’s hands explored his body, the long line of his arms, the light mat of hair on his chest and the taut planes of his abdomen. He truly had a spectacular physique. Powerful arms roped with muscles, lawyers of strength making his chest and shoulders wider than any other man she’d ever been around.

  He was strong and powerful. And hers? Somehow it just felt right to think that. Like the growl of a wolf she’d heard in her head last night, the image of one flashed through her mind and she had no doubt she was seeing Logan in his animal form.

  He let out a low, primeval sound when she touched his nipples, flicking her blunt fingernails over the tightened bud.

  He reached for the waistband of her pajama pants and yanked them and her truly less than glamorous panties down and off her body.

  She thrust her fingers into the silky cool locks of his dark hair again as his arms wrapped around her, one around her back, the other lower almost encircling her hips as he moved her onto the middle of the bed. Their mouths were still together. He was on his knees, leaning forward, bending her back toward the bed. He stroked her back then moved lower and cupped her rear. She gasped faintly against his kiss. Involuntarily her hips arched forward, pumping her belly against his cock and making them both groan at the movement.

  So many things were happening. The sensation of the kiss, their tongues stroking and circling. The way he growled low in his throat. The pressure of his fingers and sureness of his hands. Her breasts were achy, her nipples hard. Her core hot. She could feel the wetness of her pussy slipping from her body. She just wanted to feel.

  “Logan.”

  “I’ll make it better, baby.” Logan drew back, lifting the warmth of his body from hers and she whimpered. That wasn’t making it better. He kissed his way down her body in slow, searing inches. He stopped to suckle her breasts, drawing her nipples into quivering crowns, making her pant with want. The shallow dimple of her navel riveted his attention next. He circled the shadowed indentation with his tongue before thrusting once inside. Next, she felt the whisper of his breath across her stomach and then her body lit up like a firecracker.

  His mouth covered her pussy. He sucked at the swollen lips before moving to the place she needed him most. She felt the tip of his tongue as he flicked it over her aching clit. He bathed her with lapping strokes of his tongue. Nibbled her hungry flesh with his teeth. The touch of his lips was the very essence of intimacy. He drove her to the edge of ecstasy, but refused to allow to her fall over.

  “Logan!” This time his name was a scream as he licked her. Up and down, over and over again. The broad, rough surface of his tongue made her shiver in need.

  “You taste so good, baby,” he growled against her, the vibrations of his words echoing deep inside her. “Can you come on my tongue, Katie?” he whispered as his tongue worked faster and faster.

  She moved her hips in time with his touch, digging her nails into the hard muscles of his shoulders, holding her body in place as it threatened to fly away under the pleasure he was giving her. Her pleasure was his pleasure and he was greedy for both of them. Sliding his hands beneath her hips, his palms cupped her bottom for an instant, before gliding down to the back of her legs. His fingers moved against the tender flesh of her thighs and she yielded eagerly as he parted her legs even more, spreading her wider and wider for his touch.

  He thrust his tongue into her entrance, fucking her and she exploded. Her breathing turned rapid and her awareness shrunk until all she was aware of was the pleasure he was giving her. “Oh, Logan.” Her body seized and she convulsed as she experienced the first orgasm she’d ever had at a man’s hands.

  His tongue lapped up her juices and she heard and felt his growl against her pussy as she heard it in her mind as well. “That’s it, give me all those sweet juices.”

  He replaced his tongue with two fingers, the digits moving in and out of her swiftly as he rose above her. “Come for me again, Katie. Come for me now.” His face was a study in passion, his jaw clenched, his breathing rapid. He continued to fuck her with his fingers, then he added a thumb to stroke over her clit and Katie was lost. Her body shook with another release.

  “Oh, yeah, that’s it, baby. Come for me like a good girl.” His touch slowed, but didn’t stop as he milked every ounce of pleasure from her body.

  She was trembling when he stopped touching her. He brushed the hair back from her face as he lay on top of her. She could feel his cock throbbing against her pussy, heavy with need. “Do you know what it does to me, Katie, knowing you found pleasure in my touch?”

  His mouth covered hers before she could answer. She tasted herself on him and the intimacy of the moment almost brought tears to her eyes. She kissed him back, putting all of the feelings and sensations she had just experienced in that kiss.

  “Katie?” He drew back, his voice laced with concern as he wiped away a tear. How had he known?

  “Oh, sweetness.” He continued to kiss her, gently and almost reverently.

  “Better?” His weight rested on his elbows and he cupped her face in his hands and pulled back enough to trail kisses across her forehead, then her cheeks. He kissed the throbbing pulse in her throat. “I want you so much, baby. I need to be inside you. I need to fill up that tight pussy with my cock and fuck you until you can’t think about anything but how we are together. Is that what you want? Tell me.”

  Katie tried to fight her way through the fog of emotions and need that pulsed within her. She realized her legs were still held open by Logan’s hard thighs. His cock lay along her heated slit. She moved her hips, trying to take him inside. To show him.

  A gentle tug on her hair brought her attention firmly back to him. His breathing was harsh, his eyes such a dark gold she was almost afraid to look into their depths. “Tell me you want me.”

  Her eyes searched his. How could he ever doubt that?

  “Yes, Logan, yes. I want you. I want you inside me, right now!” She didn’t know where this assertiveness was coming from, but she liked her lack of inhibitions. Of course, it could be the million sensations he was bombarding her with. It was wont to change a woman.

  One of his hands slid between them and she jumped when she felt his fingers on her clit. He stroked the over sensitized bud a few times before moving to her drenched entrance. Her two orgasms had made her sopping wet and she blushed when he touched her. “Oh, Katie, sweet Katie. I love that you want me so much.”

  Logan brought his cock up to her entrance. He was hard and throbbing and her warm wetness surrounded the tip as he eased inside. He groaned and struggled not to lose it right then and there. He pushed forward giving her a chance to adjust to his size. He was a large man and some women had found him intimidating in the past.

  “Just relax, baby. You were made f
or me.” He gave her more of his length and he shuddered as her tight walls gave way to his entry and began to fuck her gently, going deeper and deeper with each thrust.

  “That’s it,” he whispered. “Take my big cock deep inside you, baby. Let me in. Let me fuck you raw.” His words ratcheted up her desire and he felt a new burst of liquid flow around his dick, making his entry easier and easier. With a final thrust, he buried himself inside her, her pussy surrounding every inch of his hungry cock.

  “Open your eyes.” He stopped his movements. They were joined together as one for the very first time and he wanted to savor this moment. Logan moved in and out of the woman he had yearned for, dreamed about, and prayed to find most of his adult life. Her eyes locked with his and he kept the rhythm of his thrusts constant, loving the buildup of sensation. He could feel her gripping him, contracting around his cock with every stroke. Logan felt his wolf move and he knew his eyes were turning completely gold. His wolf was rising to the surface and there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing he wanted to do about it.

  Logan realized he should have had the conversation with her about mates and knotting and just a whole damn bunch of things. But he didn’t have time. Something—more than his wolf—was driving him to possess her.

  So he said nothing but continued to stroke inside her, building the flame of desire between them.

  “Y-yes..yes. Please…” Katie moaned, her head moving back and forth in the tangle of her beautiful hair.

  “That’s it,” he urged desperately. “Take me. Take all of me.” His hips moved faster as he drove them both toward satisfaction. With every other stroke the head of his cock bumped against the opening of her womb as he started to lose control. Restraint was reduced to a fragile, fraying thread.

  Katie arched up, taking him deeper than he had ever dreamed of going. She was all sweet, yielding heat. Her body accepted his fully, then tightened to the point of torment.

  “So…beautiful…,” Logan groaned raggedly, keeping up the hard, sharp thrusts of his possession. He felt the tingle at the base of his spine and knew what was going to happen.