Coyote's Mate by LEIGH LORA

Author:LEIGH, LORA [LEIGH, LORA]
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781440698156
Publisher: PENGUIN group
Published: 2010-01-07T05:23:28+00:00

CHAPTER 14

He was warm. The only time he was ever warm was when Anya had slept in his bed.

He usually awakened from a healing chilled to the bone, damp with his own sweat and feeling like an animal that had lain in a gutter for two days.

He shifted, moved to stretch and realized, in one heart-stopping moment, one instant of cognition, why he was so warm.

His eyes opened and he stared into a sleeping face. Anya’s face. Spiked red gold lashes lay against her creamy flesh; her lips were parted as she breathed, her breath whispering over his chest.

Their legs were tangled together, his erection, fierce and engorged to the point of agony, throbbed with brutal insistence where it lay, pressed between her thighs, surrounded by the slick, creamy essence of her arousal.

She was wet, and her wet heat slicked his dick and reminded him of how much hotter it was deep inside her body.

What the hell was she doing here? He was wrapped around her like a vine, holding her to him, tucked against him, and he had managed to sleep through this for how long?

She moved against him then, her hips shifting as she rode the thick length of his cock against her clit.

Damn. Damn.

He felt his hand clench her hip, then relax. Did he want her to stop or to continue? Would she find her pleasure in her sleep as he watched?

His hand smoothed over her hip and down the curve of her ass to her thigh.

“Anya.” He swallowed tightly as he felt her move against him again.

He barely remembered awakening several times, moving to the bathroom or forcing himself to eat before collapsing again. He didn’t remember her being here at those times. He remembered the chill in his bones and the need for sleep or for water or food. He would have surely known if she had been in his bed.

He glanced at the clock on the wall. Forty-eight hours since he had first returned to Base and collapsed in the bed.

His teeth snapped together as she moved again, spreading her slick, hot cream along the painfully engorged shaft it cuddled. Damn her. Damn the heat. Damn his weakness.

Her thigh lifted along his, the side of her knee rubbing at his hip as she opened herself farther to him and rubbed her swollen, hard-tipped breasts against his chest.

Hell. He was supposed to control his lust in the face of this temptation and the mating heat combined? Was he supposed to be fucking made of steel?

Well, except his cock. It felt hard as steel and as hot as newly formed iron.

“Anya, wake up,” he groaned, hearing the growl in his voice.

She rubbed against him again, her hips tilting until the swollen bud of her clit was in direct contact and the fiery heat of it threatened to blister him.

Sweet merciful heaven. He held her hip, but was he smart enough to ease her back? Hell no, he was moving her, encouraging her to ride him, to stroke the brutal length of his dick as she gave herself pleasure.

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