Hero: Julio. Very dominant wolf. Carries around guilt and never has time to slow down.
Heroine: Sera. Submissive coyote and fully embraces it. Has an abusive ex-husband, that is still in the picture. This makes Julio cranky.
“Dirty.” They rolled, and she landed on top of him. “Why don’t you be in charge for a while?”
Sera laughed and shoved her hands under his shirt, pushing it up. “You think I don’t know the difference between being on top and being in charge?” “Show me you do.” He grasped her hips and drew her into a smooth rock over him. “Take off your top.”
Crossing her arms over her body, she gathered up the hem and stripped the shirt over her head slowly enough to make it a striptease. “What else?”
Julio thrust up, and the hard line of his cock rubbed against her. “Your bra. Off.”
She held his gaze as she twisted her arms behind her back and undid each hook, knowing he’d hear the soft clicks. Slow and teasing, like she wasn’t five seconds from grinding her way to orgasm. The bra ended up on the floor, and she cupped her breasts without waiting for permission, eyes drifting half-shut as she pinched her sorely neglected nipples.
His hands slid over her skin as he slowly sat up and eased his tongue between her fingers. It rasped over her nipple, hot and wet, and he squeezed the fingers of her other hand tighter on her flesh.
“Oh, oh hell—” The duality of sensations made the room wobble. Rasping pleasure from his tongue on the left and a sweet edge of pain on the right as he pinched her own fingers until she moaned. She was panting before she realized it. Begging. “Take me. Take me, I don’t even care how, please, I want to be—” Yours.
He growled and popped the button off her shorts. “Naked.”