This week is supposed to be about beginnings...whether they are rough or tender. This little scene in Wolfen Bonds leads up to the first time Colleen gives into the attraction growing between her, Matthias and Andy. Enjoy and don't forget to stop by everyone else's blog. I look forward to some yummy Saturday Sexiness!
Of course, that brought her thoughts back to her mates. Matthias and Andrew. Two very different men, who called to her in different ways. She sighed. Even after their earlier clashes of will, she found Matthias to be a man of honor. A fair Alpha who wanted what was best for his people. The sensual tension between her and Andy, drove her nuts, while tempting her to bend his will to hers. To relish his inevitable submission. And to make matters worse, her wolf wanted her men and ceaselessly stalked Colleen’s dreams—demanding she complete the bond.
Which is why she’d resisted Andy’s tempting offer. The mere image of the water racing down his body, caressing every inch as a lover would, had her breath catching. Release had been elusive since their episode in the elevator, but if she’d so much as caught a glimpse of his wet skin, she’d want to touch, kiss and lick every inch of it until he took her to the tile floor and returned the favor. How long could they play before their pleasure drew their first bond to them? Her thighs clenched at the idea of Matthias’s amber eyes devouring every move Andy and she made as they writhed against one another. She grew wet with desire as she imagined their powerful alpha joining them.
As the shower shut off, she forced the fantasy away and dug her fingernails into her palms. She had to get herself under control before Andy entered the room. She debated opening the window. One sniff and he’d know she was aroused. She’d barely lifted the sash, when Andy entered the bedroom. In his bare feet, wearing nothing more than old jeans, he made her mouth water. It wasn’t fair. He was so damn sexy. All that bare flesh stretched her already tight nerve endings even more. She prayed for control, but a few stray droplets of water raced down his stomach. They slid under the unbuttoned waistband of his jeans and undid all her good intentions. Her sheath ached to be filled as the tangy taste of his blood filled her mouth. Desperate for that and more, she almost tackled Andy to the floor.
A low whimper built in her throat when his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. The tantalizing aroma of pine filled the room as he stalked closer, his low growl preceding him. She stepped back without thinking, never realizing until it was too late, that he’d backed her into the corner, his hands braced on either side of her head. As he leaned in to sniff, she panicked.
“Wait!” She pressed her hands against his chest, trying to ignore the hot feel of his chest under her palms. Her fingers itched to dig into the taut muscles, to test their resilience.
Nuzzling the side of her hair, he crowded closer to her, letting his weight press against her hands. “You smell delicious, sweetheart. I know I should wait for Matt before taking what I want, but my self-control is slipping.” He licked the edge of her ear. His tongue plunged inside, caressing the inner whorls. She moaned as goose bumps prickled her skin. “But then I think about how visual our mate is. Did you know how much he loves to watch and what it would do to him if he caught us in the act?”
“No…” She whimpered.
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