Page 20 of Wishing for a Werewolf (Ferndale Falls Forever #2)

Autumn

The air goes thick with tension as the muscles of Rune’s porn-worthy forearm flex and bunch under my hand. My heart skips as I take in his words. Excitement tingles through me, setting my clit throbbing. It’s heady to know I’m the first person to ever touch his skin like this.

Suddenly, even the most amazing BOO of all time sounds completely inadequate next to the reality of this man.

Horny Autumn takes over, tossing every rational objection regular Autumn might offer straight out the window. Holding Rune’s gaze, I lean over and press a kiss to his forearm, teasing my lips across the firm surface.

He grips the edge of the kitchen island with so much force the granite creaks. His voice emerges, harsh and guttural. “Do you know that staring at a wolf like you are now is seen as a challenge?”

“Oh, yeah?” My tongue flicks out to trace along a ridge of his forearm muscles, making him hiss. “What are you going to do about it?”

He comes off the stool with a growl, his hands gripping my shoulders, lifting me onto the island.

I sit on the edge, his big hands bracketing me on either side as he leans forward.

Heat rolls off him, warming my skin even without touching.

Rune’s eyes latch onto my lips, and I lick them, making him moan.

“Kiss me,” I whisper.

“I want to,” he husks, his pupils dilated. “But I don’t know how.”

Shock ripples through me. “You’re a virgin?”

“No, but I’ve never had sex as a man.”

“So you’ve had sex as a…” Oh, god, my brain short circuits.

“A wolf,” he growls.

My clit pulses. A part of me wonders if I should find the idea as hot as I do, but horny Autumn tells the rest of me to shut up. My hands slide up his chest to fist in his shirt. “Well, I’ve never been with a shifter before. I’m sure between the two of us, we can figure things out.”

The first gentle brush of his lips sends electricity racing through me. I gasp, my mouth opening under his, my tongue flicking outward to tease over his lips. His groan vibrates through my chest, full of need, as his arms crush me to him.

Rune eats at my mouth, all teeth and fangs and hunger—god, so much effing hunger I go dizzy with it.

His lips slide from mine to taste my cheek, my nose, his hot breath whispering over my skin and making me shiver.

“These little dots. These freckles. By the goddess they drive me wild.” Rune pulls back to catch my eye.

“I’d never seen their like. I had to ask someone what they’re called, so I could name my obsession. ”

“Do you like them? Not everybody does.”

“I fucking love them.” His hand slips under the edge of my sweater, his fingers hot on my side. “And I’ll love them even more once I’ve seen them all.”

I give a soft huff, part amusement, part disbelief. “You can’t know that.”

“My fire, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” His hand coils in my hair, pulling my head back as his eyes flash bright gold. “You’re the fire tempting me to burn. And I’m ready. I’ll burn with you.” His mouth finds my neck, his fangs scraping across my skin in a sizzle of sensation.

I barely register the rip of linen as my tunic top falls away, and Rune’s mouth is everywhere, licking and sucking my skin, the rasp of his beard and fangs an intoxicating contrast to the warm, wet swipe of his tongue.

“You didn’t lie about the undergarments.

” His fingers trace the edges of the cups of my bra, a pretty peach covered in bows that looks like it will take only a finger twitch to make it fall from my body.

The dark of my nipples shows through the delicate lace, and the rough pad of his big thumb brushes over them, teasing them to sharp peaks.

“I really didn’t,” I breathe, my fingers twisting the front clasp to release the closure. A ripped shirt is no big deal, but I love my fancy lingerie. It’s my one indulgence.

Rune drags the delicate fabric aside with his fangs, and his mouth latches hot onto my breast, sucking until I squirm, animal noises falling from my lips.

I’ve never felt more desired than I do with him.

He licks down my stomach, kissing each freckle as he goes, and growls when he meets the obstruction of my pants.

Huge hands grip my hips, pulling me up until I stand on top of the island.

Another rip, and my linen pants join my shirt on the floor, leaving me in only my lacy see-through panties.

“Goddess, Autumn.” Rune takes a step back, his eyes flashing gold as they devour me. “Just look at you.”

I feel so exposed up here, so very on display.

I know I’m pretty, but I’ve never considered myself anything more than that—too freckled, too ginger, too pasty to match a perfect definition of beauty.

But the heat in Rune’s eyes burns away any self-consciousness, and I feel beautiful for the first time in my life.

His fingers hook in the waistband of my panties, dragging them slowly down my legs, his mouth following. “Freckles.” He licks the inside of my knee. “Freckles even here.”

“Everywhere,” I sigh and shiver. “They’re everywhere.”

“So many places to kiss.” The lacy fabric falls to my ankles with a tickling tease, and Rune lifts my feet one at a time to pull them free.

Then he leans back, staring at me with pure fascination, one hand lifting to play with the cropped strip of curls at the apex of my thighs.

“My fire. You flame so prettily here, too. I can’t wait to get burned. ”

He dips lower, brushing over my clit, and the jolt of sensation weakens my knees. Rune catches me before I can fall, setting me back down on the countertop.

I let out a little yelp. “It’s cold.”

He picks me back up with a growl and carries me into the living room to a large wingback chair covered in fine old leather grown buttery soft. I admired it when we uncovered all of the furniture, and he must have remembered.

Once he sets me on the seat, I reach for him, my hands sliding under the hem of his shirt to brush across the warmth of his skin. “You’ve got on way too many clothes.”

He sucks in a breath, and I twirl my fingers over his stomach, pushing up the cloth to press a kiss to his abs.

The muscles jump. I run my tongue over his skin, licking and teasing like he did to me, and Rune groans, low and deep, his fingers sinking into my hair, kneading at my scalp like he can’t hold still.

God, he’s so sensitive that it’s intoxicating. I’ve never had this effect on a guy, and fire burns low in my belly, my core clenching.

I slip from the chair to stand, lifting my arms as I go, peeling that Henley off him like I’ve wanted to do since he caught me at the well.

Hell, if I’m being honest, I’ve wanted to do it since the very first second I saw him over a month ago, striding down Main Street a few feet behind Hannah in full bodyguard mode.

He rips the shirt off over his head, his long hair falling back down to cover his shoulders. A light dusting of dark hair covers his pecs, narrowing to a line that runs down the center of his stomach, heading straight toward the impressive bulge tenting his jeans.

Yum, horny Autumn licks her lips inside my mind.

Then I lick my lips, loving the way his pupils dilate, his eyes locked onto my mouth.

I press a kiss to his chest, the thump of his speeding heart matching the need racing through me.

His scent fills my nose and dances across my tongue, male and pine and the wild smell of the forest on a dark night.

I lick across his chest, flicking my tongue over his nipple and making him groan. Sliding down his body, I sink to my knees and press an open-mouthed kiss to that bulge, blowing heated air through the fabric in a promise of what’s to come.

“Autumn!” Rune’s hips jerk.

I hook my fingers into the front of his jeans and pop open the button. The zipper glides down with a sinful sound.

Then his cock, his gloriously huge and hard cock, springs forward, so long it almost slaps against my lips.

I grin up at him. “You really don’t wear underwear.”

His answer is a growl of need.

I run my tongue up his length, stopping before I reach the sensitive head, gazing coyly up at him through my lashes.

“My fire, no one’s ever…” Rune groans, his fingers tangling in my hair again.

My core clenches. He’s never had a blowjob? Shit, it’s so hot to think that I’ll be the first.

I lick higher, teasing the ridge of his head, then sliding over the tip. Milky fluid like sweet cream coats my tongue, and desire shoots through me in a burn of fire heading straight for my clit.

“Oh, god,” I pant. “What is this?”

“My seed is an aphrodisiac.” His golden eyes flare. “It’s to prepare you to take my knot.”

“Knot?” I pant, my eyes going wide. His dick gets even bigger? A whimper escapes me as I rub my thighs together, my needy nub demanding sensation.

But this is about him. I wrap my hands around the base and suck the tip of his cock into my mouth.

“Autumn!” Rune throws his head back, the tendons on his neck standing out in sharp relief.

My head bobs as I take as much of him as I can, his cock filling my mouth, hitting the back of my throat until I’m gagging a little… and loving every single second.

He grunts with every swipe of my tongue, his fingers flex at every suck. He’s so effing sensitive to everything I’m doing to him that it’s driving me wild. I squirm as I suck him, my clit throbbing with need, the ache in my core building and building…

“Autumn, my fire!” His hands tighten in my hair. “I’m going to—”

I take him deep, my cheeks hollowing with suction.