Page 29 of Lone Wolf’s Claim (The Kincaid Werewolves #1)

“What’s that got to do with us?” he asked, his eyes straying to the firm roundness of the tops of her full breasts.

As if they felt his eyes on them, her nipples strained against the fabric of her tee shirt, begging for his attention.

And boy, did they have it. His cock responded eagerly, pushing against the confines of his pants.

Lowering his hand from the wall, he cupped the weight of one soft mound, running his thumb over the hard nub at the tip.

Heather caught her breath. “You’re distracting me.”

“Am I?” He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and she moaned. “Ye better hurry up and finish telling me then, because I cannae wait much longer to have you, sunshine.” Lowering his other hand, he gripped her hip to hold her still while he continued to tease her.

“Um,” she murmured, her eyes closing. “They’re getting out. And he wanted us to hook up so you could talk other wolves into helping us contain them again.” Her hands slid down his sides to his waist, where they found they’re way under his shirt. “Or to kill them. Whatever works.”

Gripping the bottom of her shirt, he yanked it up over her head. “Anything for you, sunshine. Anything.” Lowering his head, he captured her lips with his. Thrusting his tongue inside, he ravaged her sweet mouth until she was moaning and breathless.

Her palms pressed against his bare chest, and she broke off the kiss. “I need a shower,” she protested as he yanked her bra down under her breasts.

Kissing his way from her mouth to her ear and down her neck, his hand found its way around to her luscious ass. He yanked her up against his hardness, lifting her and rolling his hips against her. “Do ye want me tae stop?”

“God, no. I was just warning you,” she answered.

With a low growl, he yanked her pants down, ripping them off when they got stuck around her makeshift splint. Undoing his pants, he released his engorged shaft with a hiss. Stepping into Heather again, he slid both hand under her ass and lifted her against the wall.

She wrapped her good leg around his waist, opening herself to him and he positioned himself at her entrance. A brief moment of sanity hit him. “Are you ready for me, sunshine? I dinna want to hurt you.”

Wiggling her hips, she rubbed herself against the tip of his cock. She was damp and warm, and he twitched in response. “Yes. Brock. Please, fuck me,” she moaned. “I need to feel you inside of me.”

With a snarl, he thrust upward, impaling her to the hilt. “Ah! Gods…” She was tight and wet, her muscles squeezing him as he withdrew, only to sink deep inside of her again.

Her fingers gripped his shoulders and she leaned back against the wall, angling herself against him. With her thighs, she gripped his waist and began to rock against him.

He let her set the pace, grinding his jaw as he watched her move.

Lowering his head, he sucked a nipple into his mouth.

His tongue teased and she quickened her pace, crying out when he nipped her with his teeth.

He felt the heaviness of his impending release tightening his balls, and released her nipple.

“Heather, I’m going to come,” he panted. Gripping her ass hard, he took over, speeding up the pace and slamming her up and down until she cried out and threw her head back against the wall. With a roar, he joined her, emptying almost violently inside of her as she convulsed around him.

When he could breathe again, he wrapped her in his arms without pulling out of her. “Are you all right? I didn’t mean to be so rough.”

She kissed him on the cheek, nuzzling his short beard. “I heal quite fast,” she pointed out. “Does this mean you’re going to stay with me?”

Running one hand up her back again, he twisted his fingers into her hair and pulled her head back so he could look at her. “Just try tae get rid of me.”

She smiled. “Your accent is sexy.”

He frowned. “I worked hard to get rid of it, but it does tend to come out when I’m upset.”

“Or overcome with lust for me?” She grinned up at him impishly.

“Och. Aye, sunshine.” He kissed her again.

As she moaned in his arms, he strode into the bathroom to run that shower.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you loved meeting Brock and Heather. The next book in The Kincaid Werewolves series is

A Wolf’s Honor .

Marc travels to Texas to meet up with the local pack, which is dangerous enough for a shifter, only to find out the local entertainment is not your traditional rodeo, but one that has a sadistic twist. He has to choose between upholding the honor of his pack, or putting his life on the line to help a Fae lass save her family.

“I love how Wilson writes her books. I love that there's so much happening. I never want to put the book down. I can't wait for the next one!” -Amazon review

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