Psy & Changelings 11 - Tangle of Need

remained silent.
    Her eyes a pale, haunting amber—the wolf looking out at him—she said, “If you promise to reciprocate.”
    Wolfish curiosity rose to the fore. He nodded at once.
    She went to speak, halted, hot red painting her cheeks. Her sudden, unexpected shyness only deepened his curiosity—until he glimpsed the darkness that shadowed her eyes without warning. And he knew she was no longer fully with him, the past tangling with the present.
    Gripping her jaw, he growled, “Me and you. No one else comes into this bed. Got it?” It was a vow as much as it was a demand.
    “Yes.” Amber clashing into his. “For both of us.”
    “Yes.” He closed their deal with a hot, openmouthed kiss, grazing the bottom of her left breast with his thumb as he did so.
    Adria jerked away from the kiss with a gasp. “I’ve heard some women can orgasm just by having their breasts caressed,” she said, her husky voice breathless. “I’ve always wondered if I could.” Her cheeks were blazing by the time she finished.
    “Somehow, I didn’t think you’d be shy.” It did something to him to know she trusted him enough to drop her guard. “Anything else you want to share about this fantasy?”
    Adria shook her head, feeling naked in a way that had nothing to do with exposing skin. Allowing more of his weight onto her body, Riaztook her mouth in another kiss. A raunchy, wet, demanding one that had her digging her nails into his shoulder as she ground her body against the rigid intrusion of his cock.
    “Hmm,” he said, lifting his body off the aching need of her own, “this experiment won’t work if you can do that.” He moved to lie beside her, but when she turned to face him, he said, “On your back.”
    Everything in her wanted to push him to
his
back, ride him to erotic bliss.
    “Giving up so soon?”
    Eyes narrowed at the low-voiced challenge, she turned onto her back. When he picked up her arms and told her to wrap her hands around the bars in the headboard, she gripped the cold iron. The position left her breasts blatantly exposed, but for her braid, which had fallen over her shoulder.
    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 breasts, as if in invitation, her nipples 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