No one but him would ever bring her that kind of pleasure.

Her clit bloomed under his tongue as he teased it, tasted it, tickled it. Their link, made all the stronger since he’d been made into a wolf, flowed to bursting with her pleasure She trembled as he pushed her straight into climax. He put an arm around her ass to hold her up as her knees buckled and her breath came in short, hard, jagged pants.

Giving her one last lick, he stood and met her gaze. “Christ you’re beautiful,” he mumbled before he captured her mouth. She opened to him immediately as her arms circled his neck. Her tongue danced lazily along his, letting him lead and take from her.

She gave herself completely and he took, plundered, even as he gave back. He sank into her warmth, into the way she gave him safe harbor, into her trust and the gift of her submission.

With one last nip of her bottom lip, he moved away as he caught his breath. And then he watched her eyes clear up when he held up the nipple clamps. Her breath puffed out softly as she made a small ooooh sound.

“Mmm. Your ni**les just got even harder.” He thumbed them and she moaned.

“Hold them for me so I can put the clamps on.”

She cupped her br**sts and the way her breathing quickened, once he touched the rubber-covered metal to her nipple, shot straight to his already ridiculously hard cock.

Carefully, he set the tension with the small screw. Just tight enough the weighted ornament on the chain that hung between her br**sts would tug but not hurt.

Tegan looked down and watched, mesmerized as he attached the clamps. The sight of his large, olive-toned hands against her pale skin as she held her br**sts out to him deeply moved her. Something about the juxtaposition of all those things—his work hard hands, her smooth, pale skin, the delicate color of her ni**les and the shiny steel and black rubber of the clamps—rolled what they were to each other into that one brief moment.

Hard and soft, tough and vulnerable. Both of them were a lot of things at different times but she realized she could trust him to be what she needed, when she needed it.

That sort of surety was breathtaking.

The tension on the clamp was just barely shy of painful as a dull throb settled in. She adjusted her breathing, knowing when he took them off, usually right as she came, sensation would burst through her body. The way he knew her, manipulated her senses to bring her more pleasure was so sexy. He never took too much, always pushed just far enough.

He looked at her closely, making sure she was okay before moving on. The halflidded eyes and the small, wicked smile let her know he had plans. Anticipation slid through her, and relief, she’d missed this with him.

A few steps back and he backed up to a chair in the corner. “Knees.”

She swallowed hard and moved to him eagerly. He put a pillow down for her to kneel on and the case was cool against her skin.

“Undress me.”

He’d been shirtless and barefoot, looking totally rakish and devastatingly corrupted.

She shivered as she looked up at him and leaned in to rub her cheek against his c**k through his jeans before running her hands up the muscled calves, the hard thighs and cupping his ass a moment. Her fingertips dipped below his waistband, between the scratchy denim and the smooth, hard, warm skin of his abdomen.

Inhaling deep at his belly button, she slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and slid them down his legs, along with his boxers. His cock, gloriously hard, slick at the head, tapped his belly. The scent of his maleness wrapped around her and squeezed until she thought she’d explode with it.

He fell into the chair, widening his knees for her to move closer to him. “Beautiful woman, all mine.” He ran a gentle hand through her hair before drawing a thumb down the line of her jaw. “Suck my cock. Don’t make me come just yet though. I’m going to be f**king the hell out of you when I come.”

Holy shit the man knew what he was about.

She let his scent, the timbre of his voice, the way he stroked a hand over her hair, draw her in and let the pace. She leaned in and palmed his sac, drawing her thumbs over it as his balls began to tighten against his body.

Long, slow licks with the flat of her tongue over his balls and up the line of his c**k followed. She loved every inch of his cock, making sure to pay extra attention to the places she knew he liked best. A dig of the tip of her tongue just beneath the crown. A she sucked hard on the head, she slid her thumbs but the stalk of him from root to her lips, using the slickness she’d created with her mouth to ease the way.

“That’s so good, Tegan. Beautiful. I could sit here like this forever. Looking at you, your mouth wrapped around me, your hair sliding against my thighs. You’re so sexy.”

His nails scored her back, making her gasp with delight and arch to get more. She loved it when he did that, the burst of sensation that rode the line between pleasure and pain with such a sweet edge. She also loved the way there’d be faint marks some hours afterward. Because he was a wolf now, they’d stay longer. The thought brought a warm flood to her gut, her pu**y heated as she groaned.

“Mmm, I love when you make that sound. Dreamy, needy. I love making you react like that.”

His nails gently raked over her scalp, massaging it as she sucked his cock. The throb in her ni**les returned as she rocked back and forth to take him in her mouth again and again, sending the little weight swinging. Her clit began to throb in time and she writhed a bit to ease the building ache.

“Do you need to come, Tegan?” Grabbing her hair, wrapping it about his fist he pulled her away from his cock. His eyes glittered and she knew he was as turned on as she was.