Adele, Claire - Guardian of His Soul [Wolves of West Texas 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (5 page)

“I’m about to explode,” he warned, his voice low and guttural.

She leaned back against the cushions.

Juan slid his fingers from her drenched channel through her wet folds to her clit, and back to her dripping opening. He watched the wet, pink tip of her tongue lick her upper lip as he stroked deep, in and out, finding her sweet spot as he did so. Her body bucked in response and she gasped. He slid his fingers down her smooth flesh between her butt cheeks to her small hole. She inhaled swiftly and held her breath, flattening one palm against his chest.

Juan stilled his fingers and met her startled-looking gaze. Had she ever had anal sex? “Have you had, or did you and your ex-husband ever give each other pleasure there?” Did she know what he meant? She seemed so inexperienced. He caressed her again, circling the tight ring with the pads of two fingers.

She gave a sharp nod. “He—I made him stop. He was too rough and quick about it. I didn’t like that.”

Hell
.
Just how rough had he been?
“You might enjoy it when it’s done right. It can be an additional pleasure, if you’re game.”

She gave one slow nod. “Maybe, later.”

“Right now, I want to be inside your pussy.” He positioned his body between her thighs.

She closed her fingers around his stiffened cock and guided him toward her opening. He slid his fingers from her and supported his upper body above hers. As he slowly pushed the head of his erection inside her, he held her gaze. He could see by her expression that all her concentration was on their joining. She tilted her hips to ease his way deeper, and caressed every inch of him with her tight heat. With the sensation, a growl escaped him. “Oh, baby, that’s so good.”

“That’s amazing, Juan.”

When he was balls deep, he began to move. She spread her legs wider and tilted her hips, giving him more access. Their damp bodies melded. Her scent filled him. He lapped the salty dew of perspiration from between her breasts, took one warm nipple into his mouth and teased it until it hardened. Drawing the firm bud deeper, he suckled. Her pussy pulsed in response. He released her nipple and licked it as he moved deeper inside her slick heat.

When she raised her hips to meet his thrusts, he groaned and arched over her body. His gold wolf’s head pendant dangled between her breasts. He covered her mouth with his, parted her lips, and delved inside with his tongue. The musky aroma of their sex wafted around him as he breathed deeply. She stroked his tongue with hers and continued to tilt her hips up and down as he lunged deep inside her hot, snug pussy, again and again.

Her body grew rigid. She trembled. Her climax must be close. He broke the kiss and growled deep in his chest just as his own climax erupted. The pumping of his cock inside her triggered her orgasm. Her muscles squeezed his cock, milking him. A sharp cry came from her. She wrapped her silken arms around his shoulders, her satin legs around his hips, and hugged him tight. He groaned from their sweet joining. His climax went on as his cock pulsed over and over, prolonging his pleasure, caressing the inner walls of her velvet haven. She was the sweetest escape. Another growl was torn from deep in his chest.

At last, they both quieted. She rested beneath him, gently trailing her fingers over his back.

He supported his weight on his lower arms and met her gaze. “You’re amazing,
querida
. I wish we could stay like this for hours.”

“You’re pretty amazing, yourself.” She smiled at him, smoothing her hands over his shoulders.

His golden wolf reflected light on the gold chain around his neck. What would she think if she knew what he was?

Juan lifted himself up and off her, slowly sliding his cock from her hot, tight pussy. “I’ll be right back.” He rose to his feet, grabbed his shirt, and headed down the hall.

His feelings for Cindy hit him like a punch to his gut. He wanted to take her again, now. Would he ever get enough of her? His hunger for her was surprising. He wanted to spend tonight and every night in her company. He wanted to share so much of himself with her. Wanted to know more about her. He wanted to be able to tell her he was a werewolf and have her accept him in spite of his beast.

No good.

After his experience with Angie, how could he fall for another woman so easily? This relationship with Cindy was becoming too serious for his own peace of mind. He needed to take a step back and keep their relationship more playful and impersonal. If he could keep their sex play on an adventurous level, they would both be better off.

Maybe he could bring Derek into it and keep things on a strictly friendly basis that way. She might be up for a little sex involving both him and Derek. He’d ask her right now, before things got too serious.

Chapter Five

Cynthia heard the bathroom door close. The tattoo on his back was definitely a wolf’s head, and it was huge and beautiful. She’d have to ask him about it.

Stretched out on her sofa without a stitch of clothing on, she felt not one bit of embarrassment at being naked. Odd how Juan could make her feel so secure in that way. She hoped he continued to make her feel confident in this newfound freedom of self-expression.

She watched as he returned to the den. She took in his naked torso as her heart sped up in anticipation. He held his shirt, and a towel from the bathroom, carelessly in one hand. The low lamplight glinted from the wolf pendant hanging below his strong neck and muscled chest. His jeans were fastened. She wished he would take his jeans off. No, instead, she’d like to peel them off him.

“Are you up for a little more sexual adventure?” he asked.

“What do you have in mind?” His question teased her imagination.

“I thought you might enjoy a threesome with me and my friend, Derek. What do you think? Would you be willing to give it a try?”

“A threesome? Is this something you do on a regular basis?”

“Only if the girl is okay with it.”

He’d obviously done it before with other women. It would be different from anything she’d experienced so far in her sexual life. And since she was now free from the dominating relationship she’d suffered with her ex-husband, and had no plans to become seriously involved again any time soon, it could be exciting and interesting. “Yes, it definitely sounds intriguing. I think I’d like to.”

“I think you’ll enjoy it,” he said as he unfastened his jeans and spread the edges of the opening, revealing two inches of tanned, enticing, muscular male belly.

Her heart flip-flopped. She hadn’t had a clear view of him before, and he was gorgeous. She sat up and reached to help him. Together, they slowly pulled his jeans down over his eager-looking cock, and lower past his well-formed, muscled thighs. His balls nestled below his cock, filling his sac. He was hung like a beast. She wanted to touch him.

He pushed his jeans down further and pulled them off over his bare feet. She didn’t even remember when he’d removed his boots. She’d been too taken with what he’d done to her. With no underwear, he was gloriously naked.

“Your turn,” he said, his voice soft and deep. “What’s your pleasure?”

“Oh. I need a moment to think.” She smiled at him.

He laughed. “Whatever you need.”

“May I touch you?”

“Be my guest,” he said, his voice as smooth as dark velvet.

Oh, God
. She scooted to sit on the edge of the sofa. When she held her hands out to him, he stepped close enough for her to grasp his hips. She smoothed her fingers over his hard abs, tracing the ridges and depressions. His sprinkling of chest hair tickled the pads of her fingers. She wanted to touch all of him. She pushed herself off the sofa to stand in front of him, traced her hands over the expanse of his chest, touched his nipples and felt their smooth texture. She looked up to see his reaction.

His eyelids, with their thick, dark fringe of lashes, lowered. He smiled, and his lips twitched.

He liked her touch. Feeling more daring, she placed her hands on either side of his torso, leaned closer, and licked one dark brown nipple with the tip of her tongue. His swift intake of air raised his chest. His nipple grew firm beneath her touch. She moved to the other one and licked until it hardened. Flicking the first one with a finger, she listened to his moan of pleasure as she gently squeezed the second one between her teeth. His cock bobbed against her belly, a drop of pre-cum leaving a trail there that the air cooled. His hands slid up and down her arms.

She traced the dark line of hair between his abs down to his belly button, and dipped her finger into the neat depression. His muscles jerked, and he gripped her arms. She glanced up and met his smoldering gaze. She gently grasped his shoulders and turned him so his back was to her. “Oh, my. I hadn’t seen your tattoo up close. Wow. It’s amazing.”

The huge tattoo of a beautiful gray and brown wolf’s head rested between his muscular shoulders. What meaning did it hold for him? “Why a wolf?”

“I have great respect for the Mexican Gray Wolf,” he said softly. “Their numbers are dwindling because of our society. They’re a beautiful wild animal trying to survive. Fortunately, some people find them worthy of saving.”

She pressed gentle kisses to his shoulders and down the valley of his spine, slowing when she reached his lower back.

“
Querida
, what you’re doing to me. It’s nice. Keep doing it.”

She continued kissing her way down his lower back, slower and slower until she reached the crack between his firm buttocks.

He hissed. “
Dios!
Would you let me do what I suggested before? I won’t hurt you, and it can give you heightened pleasure.”

She had never allowed her ex-husband to do that after the first couple of times he’d been so rough it hurt her. “Will you stop if I ask you to?”

“Of course. I won’t do anything you don’t like. Sex should be good for both partners.”

“All right. I’ll give it a try then.”

He wrapped her in his strong hug and kissed her gently and thoroughly. Suddenly, he broke the kiss and swept her into his arms. “Where do you want to play? On the sofa or the rug?” He waggled his dark eyebrows.

“I think the sofa is more comfortable,” she said.

“Sofa, it is.” He sat down on the cushions with her in his lap.

She kept her right arm around his neck to give her balance.

He adjusted the sofa pillows behind her. “Lean back now and get comfortable.” He lowered her against the pillows. Her legs draped across his lap. He lifted her knees and slipped from beneath her, scooted down until her hips were flat on the cushion.

“I think you’re going to enjoy this,” he said, as he spread her bent knees. “You’re incredible. So pink and wet.”

She stared at him, her eyes meeting his.

He gave her a devilish grin and picked up the condom he’d put on the side table. “Here we go.”

Juan noticed that she kept her attention on him as he picked up the tube of lubricant.

“What do you plan to do with that?” she asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough. Spread your feet.”

“I’m not sure…”

He grinned at her. “I have a feeling this is going to be a new pleasure for you.”

Her knuckles turned white as she watched him prepare.

“Don’t be frightened,
chica
. Ready?”

She probably feared that she faced the same kind of sex she hadn’t enjoyed with her ex, or possibly something her ex had done that hurt her. The top of the tube snapped open as he turned it with a particularly hard twist, wishing he could twist her ex’s neck.