Her Werewolf Lover: Michael and Samantha (The Macconwood Pack Tales #15)

Chapter 12

S amantha could not believe this was happening.

Being a former model did not mean she had an extensive amount of experience with the opposite sex. Truth was, she could count the number of guys she’d hit third base with on one hand. As for actual sexual intercourse, well, it was obviously, even less than that.

Her heart was hammering inside her and she knew soon she would not be able to stop. Hell, she didn’t even want to.

But she was so afraid of rushing this. Of losing him. Michael felt special to her, but Sam was a terrible judge of men.

Only maybe she’d gotten better at it. Because Michael did not press his advantage. Instead, he shocked the shit out of her.

He stopped his sensual assault, kissing her sweetly and rubbing small circles on the underside of her breasts with those expert, long fingers of his.

Then, the man had done the unthinkable. He’d asked her what she wanted.

That was a first.

“I-I want you.”

“I want you too,” he growled and captured her mouth again.

She was so lost to how good he felt kissing her, she hardly registered it when he lifted her off the table and carried her, with her legs wrapped around his waist all the way upstairs.

“Holy shit,” she whimpered as he placed her on the bed.

Michael was breathing evenly despite having carried her, though that changed as he leaned down, grabbing the waistband of her pants, and dragging them down her legs.

She allowed it, licking her lips and removing her top by herself. Laying on the bed in nothing but a pair of cotton panties, Sam bit her lip.

“So fucking perfect,” he moaned.

“Your turn,” she said, nodding at him .

“Want me to take this off?” he asked, lifting the hem of his tight t-shirt.

He grinned before grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it forward off his head in one of those hot boy moves. Sam mewled. Warmth spread through her body, starting with her stomach and ending somewhere lower. She pressed her legs together, desperate to ease that ache.

“I got what you need, right here, Sunshine,” he grunted, unzipping his jeans and kicking off his boots.

Five seconds later, she was practically drooling as he revealed his enormous cock. He was so long, so hard. For her.

“That’s right. This is all yours,” he said, crawling up the bed until he was hovering over her on all fours.

Michael dropped down, and she opened her legs, hissing at how he fit so perfectly against her. The only thing separating them was her panties, and she cursed at not having removed them.

“Easy. I got you,” he whispered, like the sex whisperer he was.

Sam panted, and Michael dipped his head, closing the space between their lips .

Her mouth opened instinctively, and she moaned as his tongue tangled with hers.

She breathed in the smell of primer and plaster that clung to his skin, beneath that though, was the spicy, earthy scent she associated with him and no other.

It wasn’t expensive cologne or hair products or whatever.

No, this was the scent of a man who’d had a long, hard day of work. A man who knew how to use his hands.

And didn’t he, though?

“Yes,” she moaned as his hands reached between them.

Michael plucked her nipples, sucking her tongue only to release it as he fondled and licked, tracking biting little kisses down her body, across her tits and belly, all the way to her needy sex.

“Gonna make you come on my tongue first, Sunshine. I need to taste all that vanilla cream from the source,” he growled, and fuck, she knew then that it was him all along.

“Oh, Michael,” she moaned his name as he tore at her panties, ripping them from her body.

Yeah, she should probably ask about all that growling. But for now, she was speechless .

His tongue speared into her, and she arched off the bed. Clutching at his thick, dark hair, Samantha whimpered and moaned, moving in time with his ministrations.

“Oh, fuck, I’m g-gonna,” she panted, and tried to push him away, but Michael was having none of that.

Thank God.

He sucked hard on her clit, shoving two thick fingers inside her sex, and Sam flew apart.

“That’s it, Sunshine. Don’t stop coming. Need to feel you squeezing my cock,” he grunted, sliding up her body, his fingers still pumping in and out of her sex.

She stared at him, disbelieving both the things he was saying and how he was making her feel.

Holy fuck.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he withdrew his fingers, only to replace them with his long, hard dick.

“Fuck. yes, you’re so wet and tight,” he groaned, spearing into her. “Gonna fuck you till you can’t walk.”

Samantha had a feeling he was right. And that feeling was right between her legs .

“Look at me,” he commanded, and she was helpless to do otherwise. “Now watch as I fuck you.”

Michael lifted his chiseled chest and abs, and she looked between them, seeing his thick cock slide in and out of her slit.

It was so erotic. So damn dirty and forbidden. And so fucking hot, she started to come again.

“That’s it, mate. Mine,” he snarled.

Pain flared in her left shoulder. Did he just bite her? But she had hardly a second more to think as wave after wave of pleasure slammed into her.

Michael wrapped her up in his arms and held her until every last tremor ceased. Then he kissed her. And kissed her. And kissed her some more.

Eventually, she fell asleep in his arms, feeling deliciously sated and hopelessly optimistic.

No, sex never worked out for Sam in the past. But maybe this time would be different. Maybe this time her prince charming wouldn’t turn into a troll.

Just maybe.