Wild Men of Alaska 04 - Wild Men of Alaska - Four Book Bundle

erection, wanting to ride his thick shaft as he sucked and tormented her nipple.
    “Please,” she begged, not believing what she was asking. She’d seen that thing. Knew there was no way they would fit together, and yet she didn’t care. She’d never felt this way before, like she wanted to sink her teeth into him, and then she found herself doing exactly that.
    He growled, as her teeth bit into his shoulder, the sound more of a snarl as he moved his hips lower out of the reach of her questing need. He released her nipple and turned to the other one. Grabbing both of her hands in one of his, he anchored them above her head.
    She was caught, laid out for his pleasure and dark urges. Liquid heat flared her insides to an out of control inferno.
    This man, what was he?
    He purred against her nipple as he sucked it into his mouth. Her inner muscles quivered as they contracted around emptiness, wanting him inside her. Then his fingers were there, tormenting her, testing her, twisting and flicking the sensitive nub that had suddenly become her universe.
    Her hips arched off the bed as he inserted one finger, then two, then three inside her, stretching her. A rumbling of what she thought was satisfaction pulsated from him at finding her wet and slick with want.
    He slowly moved his fingers in and out of her while his thumb did a titillating dance with her clitoris. Her hips gyrated with him, arching, meeting the thrusts of his hand. His mouth continued to play homage to her breasts as he worked her like an instrument. Seeming to know just what she needed when she needed it. How hard to push, when to let up, until she flew. Her world burst into little sparks of color as it imploded around her.
    She lay there gasping and tried to understand what had just happened. She’d climaxed before, mostly by herself, and never like that.
    But he wasn’t done with her yet.
    Lynx inched off her and stood at the end of the bed, if anything looking more predatory than he had before. There was a glint of satisfaction and craving in his gaze that had her sucking in air for what would happen next. She worried her lower lip with her teeth as she once again took in the man before her. If anything he was larger, thicker.
    He grabbed a condom from the pocket of his jeans, and with a rip of foil, sheathed himself.
    How was she going to do this?
    The question was taken out of her hands when he confused her by gently picking up her foot and taking off her shoe, kissing the sensitive skin on the inner part of her ankle. Who knew the area of her ankle was so sensitive?
    Apparently he did.
    In turn, he did the same with her other shoe and ankle. He knew other places too, farther up her calf, then behind her knees, the inside of her thighs. His lips nibbled, and his tongue licked and teased erogenous zones she had believed in medical school to be a myth. Lord knew no other man had ever found them on her body.
    Until now.
    He took his time exploring, letting her float in a sea of sensation that was more enticing and seductive than any drug. She was his to mold, to have, to do with what he wished. There was no objection, no voice willing to work as his mouth found her. He spread her open for him to feast, his tongue circling, stabbing, sucking. His lips nipping, his teeth grazing.
    Inserting two fingers inside her this time, he growled in appreciation as she moaned with pleasure. He took his time, but it wasn’t long before stars exploded before her eyes again. Her world tipped as she soared to the heavens.
    Boneless, she floated back to earth. With no strength left to brace herself for his penetration, she was beyond caring if the act killed her. At this point, she’d die with a smile on her face.
    Positioned at her opening, he slowly and relentlessly entered her. He gave no quarter, and held her down with his hands on her hips keeping her from moving. His taking was deliberate...and perfect. He filled her as no man ever had or, she doubted, ever would again. If he hadn’t made her come twice already, prepared her body to receive him, she didn’t think it would have happened.
    He groaned and closed his eyes. “You feel so fucking good.”
    His words thrilled her. They were naughty and dark and promised things she couldn’t wait to partake of. Then he was seated so deep inside her she couldn’t breathe. He waited, giving her time to adjust to his size.
    It was perfect, so deliciously perfect. She’d never felt so in tune with another man, so