“One way or another,” he rumbled ominously, “your clothes are going to come off. I don’t care if they stay in one piece.” His hands were already gripping the fabric of her shirt, she hastened to help him, twisting out of the sleeves just carefully enough to avoid unnecessary violence to her healing torso. He moved with feverish impatience to the waistband of her pants, but she beat him to it, her fingers were clumsy with excitement as she struggled with them, undoing the front and rolling sideways to kick them off as Luke supported her.
There was little time to think and even less to anticipate before she straddled him again and plunged down onto slick hardness. The gasp torn from her echoed his, he filled her so completely that for a moment she could do nothing but feel him, as she had not truly been able to do that first time in the cave, unmoving, only the innermost part of her flexed to caress him as he swelled to fit the molten cradle of her body.
He shuddered under her, long waves that pushed him impossibly deeper. “If you intend,” he whispered, “to stay in control, I suggest you don’t wait too long.”
His ragged sigh shook both of them, and his heart drummed under her hands as she braced herself on his chest. His eyes opened suddenly, fixing on her with total awareness. “No one but you could do this to me, Joey. Enjoy your dominion while you can.” His slow smile promised a sweet retaliation that made Joey shiver, the inner fire convulsing about him again and again. He shut his eyes and arched upward.
There was no more talk of control Joey was helpless to stop either one of them as they began to move together, passing beyond the first awkwardness to find a rhythm uniquely theirs, unlike any other in all the world. Luke’s hands caught her hips, pulling her down again and again, with greater and greater urgency, she could feel him penetrating into her very soul, deeper and deeper to a place beyond the physical realm. When his fingers moved to touch the aching part of her that guarded their joining, the cry that came was wrenched from that same ethereal place. But the sensations he aroused with his caresses, moving unerringly over her slick softness, were very much of the flesh.
She quivered and burned and pulsed until she felt the coming peak, knew she could not keep it at bay any more than she could stop Luke’s fierce and demanding possession of her body and soul. As she arched back, he caught her and kept her from falling at the same moment that his body convulsed within her, driving him hard and fast as the throes of her climax, and his, overwhelmed her.
It took a very long time to come down. She bent forward, leaning over him, her loosened hair brushing his chest and chin as she caught her breath. Luke’s hand spread to sift it back from her face, his other cupping her breast as the aching pleasure subsided. After a moment he pulled her down to his chest, and Joey made a small sound of protest as the motion separated them.
“Don’t be concerned, Joelle,” he breathed, heat caressing her temple as he stroked her hair. “It’s only a temporary retreat.”
Joey forced heavy-lidded eyes open to gaze at him. His profile was relaxed with satiation, and something more, his touch was infinitely gentle on her hair and shoulder and bare arm. She propped herself up, half on the bed, cupping her cheek in her palm and pulling gently at the varicolored hairs of his chest with her fingers. “You mean you still don’t know when you’ve been beaten?” She watched his eyes, pale again but more gold than green, the color warm with amusement.
His fingers tangled back in her hair and pulled her down for a kiss, lazy but firm. “Joelle,” he said as he released her, his voice thick with unspoken feeling, “I warned you once not to play games of dominance with me.
“But you didn’t take into account how stubborn I can be,” she finished. “You also told me once that with wolves it’s often the female who takes charge—sometimes even over the alpha male. I wanted to see how much that applies to werewolves.”