Lone Wolf (The Westervelt Wolves, Book 8) Read Online Free

lean.”
    “Stop it.” She reached up to kiss him. “Only you see me that way. I’m skinny and gangly most of the time.”
    “Then no one else can see what I see. End of story.”
    She hadn’t bothered putting on a bra. Her straps would have shown through the material, and the gods hadn’t given her very much to work with anyway. There had to be some benefits for not being well-endowed.
    Gabriel bent over, taking her pink nipple into his mouth. He bit down and she reared up beneath him. Yes, she wanted more. Her skin had become molten lava and only Gabriel had the salve to cool her down. She wanted him inside her.
    “Why are you still so dressed?”
    He rubbed his nose against her stomach. “Because I’m enjoying this part. I’ve got you entirely at my mercy and I want to keep you that way.”
    “But I want to play too.” Gabriel smelled like jasmine, a result of some of the magical herbs that had been thrown at them during the ceremony. Beneath that, however, still lay the scents she’d come to associate with him over the years. Even though it must be impossible, he carried the scent of the breeze on the trees inside him.
    “Fair enough.” He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it behind him.
    She sucked in her breath. They’d all seen each other naked. All of the shifting made modesty impossible, but this moment felt different. Gabriel belonged to her. His body had been made for her.
    His sculpted abs made him look like he’d been made from stone. Wolves were always strong, but Gabriel’s physique came from constant training. He never quit.
    She ran her hands down his stomach, surprised by how soft the skin there felt beneath her fingers. A small brushing of dark hair covered his chest.
    “You’re perfection.” The quiver in her voice couldn’t be helped.
    She’d spent so many years afraid to acknowledge her obsession with him. Oh, she’d tried everything to deny it, even to herself. If he came toward her, she’d run the other way. Tried to think of other men so she wouldn’t think of him. Carrie had forcibly removed him from her mind because part of her had known—even if she hadn’t let herself think it explicitly. What if he hadn’t felt the same way? And yet somehow he had. The years of pent-up emotion threatened to spill.
    “You’re talking about yourself.” He tugged off his pants, exposing his hard cock through his briefs. “Not me.”
    She could get used to having a man around who didn’t seem to see any of her flaws whatsoever. But maybe that was mating. No one ever spoke about this part of it, this feeling of needing the other person so completely.
    His cock jutted out from the cotton material of his briefs. She reached out to grab the large head through the fabric. He hissed in his breath and closed his eyes.
    Carrie’s breasts ached. Gabriel Kane desired her as much as she did him. “Imagine how good that would feel if you didn’t have anything covering it up.”
    Gabe’s eyes flew open. “I want you naked too.”
    As if saying it spurred him into action, he yanked her panties down her legs. A glint lit his eyes before he moved down to inhale against her pussy. He growled, his eyes turning wolf as he sat back up. “You’re mine.”
    He hadn’t phrased it as a question because it wasn’t one. She did belong to him. And he belonged to her. “I thought I told you I wanted you naked too.” With a strength she usually saved for shifts and fights, she ripped his briefs off him and tossed them aside. “You’re not the only one who can tear off clothing.”
    “I see that.”
    She reached out to stroke his hard length. He felt hot to the touch. “I’m burning up for you, Gabe. I see now that you are, as well.”
    “For weeks, Carrie. For weeks. Hell, it’s been years. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t smolder for you.”
    He grabbed the back of her head, pulling her against him before he inserted his tongue into her mouth. They clawed at each other. She