NocC 010 - The Ancients 04 - Bonnie Vanak - Seduced by the Wolf - Harlequin 2012-03

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gentleness.
    Dazed, she looked into his eyes as his mouth left hers. Jarrett trailed a line of soft, wet kisses across her throat, up to her earlobe. He caught it between his strong teeth and bit ever so gently. Ariel’s hands drifted over his back, testing the hard muscles there, feeling the leashed power of his wolf.
    The man was still in control.
    His touch was slow and gentle, his expression hard with passion, but his hands soothing. He stroked her skin, cupping her breasts in his rough palms. Delicious pleasure stole over her as he thumbed her nipples, making them harden. Jarrett’s mouth encased one, his tongue expertly flicking and suckling. Ariel cried out, holding his head to her breasts, her legs draped around his waist, her feminine folds intimately pressed against him. Then he lifted his head and gave a lazy smile.
    “I’m not done tasting you, not yet.”
    He kissed his way down the length of her body, his tongue flicking into the tiny indentation of her navel, feeling like warm, wet velvet. Then he slipped further, opening her thighs wide.
    He put his mouth on her. The shock of his warm tongue on her sensitive bud made her shoot upward, but he pressed his hands on her thighs. Each lazy swirl and flick ratcheted up the tension crawling through her body. Ariel fisted her hands in the sheets, her hips arching and falling back to the strokes of his tongue. It had never been like this, so sweet and engulfing, until all she could think of was Jarrett’s mouth on her, his claiming of her flesh.
    The internal glow inside her pulsed stronger. Moisture gushed out of her body, and with it spilled the sparkling white light. Her aura, fed by sexual energy. It seeped through her pores and wreathed them both. Fearing what would happen with the males, Ariel fought the tension, but Jarrett was merciless. He did not stop, even as she surrendered and screamed, the pleasure bursting from her as she climaxed.
    He kept kissing her, riding through the spasms until she lay back, spent and shivering.
    Then he lifted his head, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand. He mounted her then, spreading her thighs wide.
    Jarrett laced his fingers through hers, his heavily muscled body pressing her into the mattress. His penis began pushing inside her.
    Slow, gentle thrusts, then retreats. He felt thick and hard as a steel bar, each slide pushing him past her tiny muscles gripping him tightly.
    The silky hairs of his chest abraded her nipples as his body slid over her. Ariel grit her teeth, frustrated beyond thought. Enough of this slow dancing.
    She wrapped her legs around his hips and forced him deeper. Triumph filled her as he uttered a harsh groan of pleasure.
    His hips began hammering back and forth as her nails dug into his shoulders. She threw back her head, flushed with erotic pleasure. The heat built higher and higher. Climax shimmered out of reach, a ball of white sparks fed by her aura.
    Jarrett angled his thrusts, pushing past her sensitive bud, and she shrieked, her body taut as she climaxed. Her eyes opened in a daze of pleasure as she watched him throw his head back with a rough groan. Warm seed shot inside her, life-giving seed, as he bucked against her.
    Then his shudders slowed, stopped. He looked down at her, and the flare of tenderness there surprised her. Then it vanished, replaced by masculine satisfaction.
    “I love watching you come,” he said roughly. “Your eyes grow so blue, your cheeks so rosy. I just want to eat you up.”
    He flashed a wicked grin. “Again.”
    Sweat sheened his face, plastering his blond hair to his forehead. She knew exactly how much effort he’d used to leash the wolf.
    Slowly, he slid out of her. She winced at the pull of her sore muscles. His expression became tender. He cupped her face in one strong palm.
    “You okay?”
    Roughness and male satisfaction edged his voice. She nodded, turning her face into his hand with a small sigh. Ariel wanted to curl up next to him, absorbing

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