Chapter 38

"I liked tasting myself on your lips last night. Did you like your own taste as well?"
"Yes," she breathed, and licked her own lips for emphasis.
"Next time I plan to mingle our tastes in an erotic cocktail." He licked her lips again. "My flavor and that of my wolf."
She smiled at him. "And how was sex with your wolf?"
He gave a rough laugh. "Incredible, but we aren't finished." He rose to his feet and rearranged her on the bed so she lay with her head on the pillows. "Don't move. I'll be right back."
In the bathroom, he ran cold water over his hands to dial down his heat and grabbed the box of condoms he'd stopped for on the way to the Volkas. He'd been stunned to realize he had only one left in his stash. Had it been that long since he'd had sex? Apparently so, and that was a shocker. He was a man with a healthy sexual appetite, but apparently no one had appealed to it in a long time.
He swallowed a smile. That was okay. Every other woman he'd ever been with paled in comparison to Lia, anyway.
He padded back to the bedroom, opened the box of condoms, and drew out a string of three.
Lia's eyes widened. "Really?"
He laughed. "We'll see. But I like to be prepared.'
He dropped the rest of the box in the nightstand drawer, pulled one wrapper from the triple, and ripped open the foil. With a deft movement, he gloved himself and climbed up onto the bed. He took a moment to brush a kiss against Lia's mouth before turning her over and pulling her up to all fours. He tugged the pillows around until they were beneath her, bracing and cushioning her.
"This okay?" he asked.
Her laugh was low and sexy. "Of course. After all, wolves like it best that way."
Jesus! His cock strained and nearly burst the latex.
"Thank god," he breathed, and bent to place a kiss on each cheek of her ass. He trailed his fingers again through her hot crevice. "I'm going to take you here, you know. Not tonight, but soon, Very soon."
"Yes," she breathed. "Oh, yes. Please."
His balls ached painfully as that image flashed across his brain. He grabbed his aching shaft with the fingers of one hand and prodded her opening. She was still soaked with her own juices, so slippery that the moment he gave a slight push, he slipped easily inside.
Holy shit!
He had to close his eyes and grit his teeth against the sensations racing through him. The walls of her cunt griped him like a vise that seared his cock, squeezing him until he was sure he'd lose it completely. He reached for every bit of control he had, nearly losing it when Lia pushed back at him and began to rock her hips, urging him to move.
And then he was lost, his control shredded. He pulled back and drove all the way back into her, hard, his balls slapping against her thighs. Then he did it again. He tried to slow himself down, but Lia, for all that she'd already climaxed three times, wasn't having any of it. She rocked again, setting up a rhythm that he had no choice but to follow. He thrust into her again and again, harder and harder, the slick heat of her walls nearly burning him through the thin latex of the condom.
After that, he was on autopilot. Gripping Lia's hips, he let his body take over completely. Ha! As if he even had a choice. It was a hot, hard, electrifying ride. Nothing existed except the two of them, the mingled scent of their musk, the sounds of pleasure bursting from them.
Then his balls tightened, Lia tensed beneath his touch, and they exploded in a shared climax unlike any he'd ever experienced before. Their bodies shook, breath raw and harsh sliced the air, and they cartwheeled into black velvet space. The shudders slackened off to tremors and the tremors to aftershocks until, finally, they were both completely spent. Done. Finished. Still lodged firmly in her body, he rolled to the side, taking her with him.
"I may never move again," he said at last, cupping her breast in one palm. At the moment, he meant it. Absolutely. He was so drained, he wasn't sure he'd even be able to get off the bed. In his entire life, he had never experienced anything like that, something so enormous it consumed every bit of him and left him completely wrung out.
"Me, either." Her laugh sounded as shaky as he felt.
Riley peppered soft kisses along her shoulder and her upper arm, her breast still nestled in his palm. He didn't think he ever remembered feeling this good or this happy. He realized he and Lia knew next to nothing about each other, and they had a lot to discuss. They'd only talked about Romania and her search, nothing about who and what she was, and certainly nothing about him.
He'd never asked about her life, where she'd come from. Stupidly, he hadn't even bothered to find out where that was. He was sure she had a job, maybe certain obligations. Could they fit their lives together? Was what they felt for each other strong enough to make her just pick up and move? Combine their lives?
Yes! The little voice in his head whispered it to him.
Lia snuggled herself back against him, his cock still lodged firmly inside her.
"Whatever you're thinking," she said, "must be really scorching because I can smell your brain burning."
"Nothing we need to talk about tonight," he assured her. "It's all good."
As he inched the edge of the condom to her body to prevent spillage, he eased his shaft from her hungry clasp and rolled off the bed. Condom disposed of, he came back into the bedroom and lifted Lia from the bed, cradling her in his arms.
"How does a nice, steamy shower sound to you?" he asked.
"Like heaven." She smiled up at him. "At least a part of it."
"Good." He kissed her forehead. "It's all good."
He sure hoped he was right.