Page 29 of Stolen

The heat grew in her slowly, intensely, until she felt like her bones were melting. Nothing was expected of her, nothing was demanded. He found the places that stoked her fire, teasing them with his lips and hands.

The tips of her breasts, the curve beneath them. Her inner thighs, the swell of her hips, the hollow of her neck.

When he stripped off his own clothes and she felt him skin to skin, she shivered with the power of it. She stroked the long muscles of his back, the curve of his ass, the hard shaft that pulsed between his legs.

She could feel the depth of his desire, to take pleasure from her body, and to give it. His scent filled her, driving her wolf to the edge. And yet he still took his time. His fingers slid between her legs, stroking her slick folds while his mouth teased her nipples.

Pleasure shot through her, and she moaned, pressing against his hand, asking for—demanding—more.

A slight smile touched his face. He nipped her breast—not to hurt, but to send waves of pleasure through her at the sudden shock. She moaned, and he captured the moan with his mouth, his kiss deep and hot.

He stroked her clit, quick and hard now, bringing her suddenly to a wild and unexpected climax, shuddering in his arms.

Her hands roved over his body, hard muscle and planes and angles. She dipped her hand to his shaft, stroking him, cupping his balls. Wanting to stoke his desire, to feel him lose control.

His mouth found hers again, less controlled this time, one hand around the back of her neck, taking more and more from her.

She met him halfway, exploring his mouth, his body, kissing his neck and hearing him moan when she nipped a spot right under his ear.

His mouth moved over her once more, rougher this time, nipping and biting and caressing until her wolf was in a frenzy, growling low in her throat.

His wolf growled in return, and the vibration set her on fire. Hawk slid down and pushed her legs apart, her thighs wide, while he stroked her with his tongue, lapping her core and swirling around her clit, until she thought she would come apart.

When she was on the edge once more, Hawk moved his hips between her legs and entered her with one smooth thrust, so deep she felt he touched her soul.

He loved her. For the first time, she was really, truly filled with his love. Not the knowledge of it or the belief in it, but the tangible power of it, like warmth and sunshine.

Like new life, unfolding from a seed, filling her with its unstoppable power—the power of the sun rising, of spring coming.

She let it fill her up, until the feelings spilled over back into him and she felt his heart open, felt the wonder in him.

She was breathless with wanting that needed to be released, needed him to release it. He began thrusting into her, deeper and deeper still, his power and strength and love invading her and splitting her in pieces.

Just as she finally exploded, he sank his teeth into the place where her neck met her shoulder and bit down, into skin and muscle, blood spilling into his mouth.

Her wolf gave a single howl, and then she lost herself in waves of sensation. Hawk gave one final thrust, throbbing deeply inside her, claiming her for his own with love and power.

Blue light flickered through the room, lining their bodies, and she clung to him—her love, her protector, her other half.

Her mate.