This month's Steam blog is from the second of my werewolf sagas, Worth the Wait. It's now half-price at my publisher's site only, but that means you get 4 steamy romances for only $2.50!
One of the romances involves Grant, a shifter from Canada, who was a bit-player toward the end of the first book, When a Wolf Howls--which is also only $2.50 now. In this book, Grant has taken a temporary position at the Northwest Maine Academy because his wolf told him when he was last there, that the beautiful black wolf he saw is their mate. But Grant has no idea what she looks like as a human. He discovers she's regal and gorgeous, but has three kids by her previous husband, who was the leader of a pack until he was killed in a challenge, and she had to run off with her kids to keep them safe. Now she's the number 2 security person, and has no interest in a new man. Her wolf, however, has other ideas.
Once their wolves mate, Grant has to convince her that he's the right man for her also. He starts by easing her nerves with a backrub.
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"And now the man is hoping that he will be as able to please his human mate, as his wolf was able to please her wolf."
Monique spoke quietly, the sharing of her inner fears easier when she wasn't looking into his eyes.
"I'm worried that I might disappoint you because I've only been with one man. Tim and I learned together how to please each other. But my experience stopped abruptly five years ago. There has been no other man for me. Until now."
Grant was quiet, not touching her. She feared that she'd ruined the moment.
Then he spoke, gently but firmly. "There is no possible way that you could ever disappoint me. Just being able to touch you like this, is an honor."
"Then if it's all right with you, I'd like to turn around now, and have you pay some attention to the front of me."
As she rolled onto her back, she saw admiration and love in his eyes, and her fear melted away, along with the towel that she resolutely tossed onto the floor.
He lay next to her, resting his head on his arm that was curled up and over them. His other hand began to explore her, touching her lightly, making her jump and twitch. He lowered his head to kiss her lips. His tongue traveled down to her neck, then to her left breast, which was closest to him. He began to lick at it, warm swirls of tongue massage that made her gasp with pleasure. His lips attached themselves to the wider areola and he created suction, while his tongue flicked repeatedly, making her begin to thrash her hips around. Then he moved to the other breast and repeated his pattern.
"Please..." Monique whispered.
He raised his head to stare at her, his hand now exploring lower, tickling her navel, before he rubbed some of her moisture forward, to bathe her nub in it, so that the friction he was creating became a pleasurable torture, as she jerked her hips forward, trying to get his fingers into just the right position.
"Is this what you want, my love?" he asked as he moved his fingers ever so slightly. "Or is this?"
He found the right spot and Monique raised her hips up off the bed as she came with a cry, shuddering and trembling. His fingers now entered her, as his thumb continued to tickle her clit. He brought her close to another climax, then pulled his thumb back.
She reached one hand down to touch him, and was gratified by how hard he was, obviously as excited as she was. She explored the length of him, from the wide head, down the silky shaft, to the root of him. Her fingers touched his sac, fingering his balls, and with an unintelligible oath, he moved himself over her.
"I won't last long, this first time. I've fantasized about this moment for far too long," he said as he rotated his hips to coat himself with a combination of their love juices.
He pushed forward and the tip of his cock entered her.
She gasped, the stretching sensation unfamiliar, yet pleasurable, as her hips began to move of their own accord. She rolled them, helping him to create room in her, for the rest of his hardness.
With a groan, he pushed himself forward, not gently anymore, but forcefully. She moaned, as she felt her inner muscles react to him, clenching him, releasing him, only to squeeze tightly around him again.
He pulled himself back and their hips began to move in tandem, as he pushed himself forward, and pulled back again. Monique stopped thinking about what she was doing, and lost herself in the sensations of pleasure that swept across her entire body. Her nipples were tight beads that reacted to the silky hair on his chest each time he slammed himself into her.
Once again, she moved herself, to get him into just the right position. Just a little bit more to the right, just...just...there!
With a scream, she came, the muscles of her inner wall closing around him like a fist, pushing him over the edge. With a growl worthy of the wolf inside of him, he pushed himself forward one last time, grabbed her hips tightly to hold her against him, and he came. She could feel every jerk, every spurt shooting out of him, as he twitched helplessly on top of her, his hips in spasms of ecstasy.
She squeezed her eyes shut, watching star bursts on the inside of her eyelids as she came. But as she felt him begin to join her, she opened them briefly. As their eyes met, she saw into his soul. His wolf watched her also, and she knew hers was looking back at him. In that moment, they truly became one. That knowledge, along with his hips jerking madly, sent her off on another round of orgasms that took her breath away.
With a huge gasp, Grant collapsed on top of her, crushing out what little air she had in her. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, and she braced her elbows on the bed, to push him up a little bit.
"I need--to--breathe,"
"Sorry. Body--not--working. Can't move just yet."
She breathed in tiny gasps until he rolled over to lie next to her again. He pulled her into his arms, and she rested her head on the closer shoulder, while she idly fingered the long, blond chest hair that had provided her such unexpectedly pleasurable sensations.
"I know we were mated before," he began, "But did you just feel what I did?"
She raised her head to look into his eyes. "You mean when our eyes met as we were joined? And I could feel my wolf looking out of my eyes, at your wolf looking with you, out of yours?"
He nodded.
She smiled. "More than anything, that's proof that we are meant to be together."
"You've felt that sensation before?"
"Yes. But we don't need to keep talking about my late husband. I have a new mate now. And along with that, I have a new life to look forward to."
"I don't want you to think that I'm threatened in any way, or jealous of him. I know he will always live in your heart, as your first, and the father of your children."
"But he's gone. That door has closed. And a new future is in front of me. With you."
Copyright, 2020, Fiona McGier
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