Taking that braid, Riaz undid it with leisurely motions, fanning her hair out over one side of her chest. The long strands covered her breast, but for the taut peak of her nipple. “Look at that,” he murmured in that deep voice rough with an earthy sensuality that spoke to her own, “so pretty and pink.”
Her throat went dry. There was something about seeing her body through his eyes that changed everything. Each breath she took lifted her br**sts, as if in invitation, her ni**les begging for his mouth, shameless and plump.
“Hmm.” Riaz captured one sensitive nub between thumb and forefinger, the lightness of his touch an exquisite tease.
The instant she arched her spine in an attempt to intensify the caress, he shook his head, his fingers turning featherlight. Understanding the unspoken order, she forced herself to lie back.
The slightly rough pads of his fingers squeezed her nipple tight. “Good girl.”
She growled low in her throat. “Don’t push it.”
He chuckled, eyes gleaming. Then he dipped his head and flicked his tongue over the nipple he’d been teasing. It shot an electric current through her body, but the sensation disappeared almost before she’d sensed it, the air cold on the wet slickness of the tightly furled nub. Chest rising and falling in jerking breaths, she clenched her fingers around the metal that had warmed under her touch, and opened eyes she hadn’t been aware of closing to see Riaz pushing her hair aside to reveal her bare breast.
A kiss of air followed, his lips torturously close, his hand sliding to her rib cage. “Do you like this?” He rubbed his thumb across the bottom of the taut curve.
She shuddered, her claws pricking the insides of her skin. “More.”
The forearm of his free hand braced by her head, Riaz initiated a languid seduction of a kiss, his tongue licking lazily against her own, his thumb continuing to move slow and maddening across the agonizingly sensitive lower curve of her breast. “Mmm.” The low male murmur made her womb clench as he broke the kiss with a suckling taste of her upper lip.
Her skin shimmering with sensation, she held the wild gold of his gaze, hissing out a breath when he moved his fingers to her nipple again, rubbing and tugging with much more force.
It tore a groan out of her, her eyes fluttering shut.
A single hot breath was the only warning she had before he took part of her neglected breast into his mouth, scraping up with his teeth until he caught her nipple. A flick of his tongue and she arched up off the bed, thrusting her hands into his hair. “Forget about the experiment,” she snarled, and twisted, taking him to his back.
He’d let her do it, she knew that. Because while she was a strong dominant, he was a lieutenant, far stronger and with faster reflexes. It didn’t matter, not in bed, not with lovers who cared about one another’s pleasure. And they did. Her wolf felt happy, playful for the first time in years. It was a giddy sensation, champagne in her bloodstream.
Reaching forward, she pinned his wrists above his head, his bones solid and powerful under her hold. “It’s time for you to behave.”
A heavy-lidded look, slits of bright gold. “What’s my incentive?”
She shifted down his body until the satin of her panties, her most delicate flesh slick with desire beyond the fine barrier, rubbed over the heated steel of his cock. “How’s that?”
HE’D seen her angry, seen her heartbroken, seen her pleasured, but this was the first time Riaz had seen Adria with sensual mischief in her eyes. His wolf responded, lunging with playful intent. Jerking up even as she began to shape and pet his chest, he flipped her onto her back again, ending up braced on his hands and knees above her. “Pretty good, but I’ve never been one to give up on a challenge.” Bending his head to her br**sts, he used his teeth, nipping and biting.
She dug her claws into his shoulder. “Stings.”
Raising his head, he said, “No?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Good, I like the taste of you.” He returned to what he’d been doing, sucking on her ni**les until they were ripe little berries before licking the lower curve of her br**sts and taking another bite. Her legs rose up to hook around his hips, a sweet, tight prison. Not fighting, he settled heavily against her, enjoying the tensile strength of her married with the lush tang of her femininity, her br**sts filling his hands.
Her fingers wove into his hair again, fisted.
Releasing her breast, he rubbed his unshaven jaw against the soft curve. She uttered a stark sound of pleasure and attempted to slide her delicate heat against the painful rigidity of his cock, but wise to her tricks, he pinned her to the bed with his greater weight. She made her frustration clear in the claws he felt biting into his skin.
Slicing out his own claws, he squeezed her hip in warning.
A snarl.
Kissing his way up the center of her chest, he sucked a mark on her throat. It made her moan, the snarl transforming into a husky sound of pleasure. He squeezed one breast, dipped back down to rub his jaw over the other, the creamy flesh marked by his attentions.
A jolt shook her frame. “Riaz.”
Hearing the fracture in her voice, he bit down just a little too hard on one nipple as he rolled the other between his fingertips. She shattered with a sudden, shocked cry, her thighs clenching around his hips, one hand fisted in his hair, the nails of the other digging into his shoulder. A hint of blood scented the air and his wolf bared its teeth, not in anger but in primitive satisfaction.
Breaking her hold, he pulled down her panties, got rid of his own remaining clothing and slid into her in a single, deep thrust. She welcomed him with a wild tangle of a kiss, her body continuing to ripple with aftershocks of pleasure that squeezed his pulsing cock, the pressure dragging him to the edge.