Wolf Slayer (The Order of the Wolf, #2)(14)
He set her down, kneeling in front of her, lips still locked, hands now roaming. She had the tiniest waist, and her body was lean and tight in all the right places. He slipped a hand under her shirt, his fingers trailing along her soft skin. He stroked her breasts, one after the other. They were small to match her body but enough for him, her perky little nipples straining against the cotton of her bra. He growled as she slipped her hand down between his legs to stroke his cock and balls through his pants, rubbing him into a frenzy.
He pulled his lips away to stare down at her. “Naked. Now.”
She glanced over his shoulder, a flicker of surprise flashing across her face. He held his breath. She met his stare once again and smiled before pulling away to rip her shirt up over her head. She had her jeans peeled from her body in record time as well. She tossed them aside and locked eyes with him, this time with a wicked grin. Brave, bold, sexy as f*cking hell. He liked that too. His wolf prowled in the background, nudging toward the prize.
Bite her. Claim her. Make her ours.
He leaned in, licked her neck again, right where he was going to mark her. Right there in the tender curve, the sweetest spot He sucked her skin briefly, then moved his hand around her back, unhooked her bra then tossed it aside. He trailed his lips down to her jutting, pebble-sized, pink little nipples.
Her hands were in his hair again, pushing him down, urging him to continue exploring her body. It was all the invitation he could ever want. One last lick of her nipples and he went straight for his prize, hooked his fingers around the crotch of her panties and pulled them away from her glistening, soaking wet *. He wanted to taste her right there. Her swollen folds beckoning him. He moaned, spread her thighs wider, licked his lips and then licked hers.
She gasped as he plunged his tongue into her, sucking her juices into his mouth before pulling out and continuing up. Her clit, a little hard pearl begged for a taste. He gave one teasing lick that had her clenching her fingers tightly in his hair then pulled the bud into his mouth and sucked it hard. She bucked against him, pressing him closer, begging with her body. He liked that. He stroked her thigh, her skin so soft and silky, his touch raised tiny goose bumps as he trailed his fingers closer to her *. He wanted to feel her wrapped tightly around his fingers, wanted to know what to look forward to when he penetrated her with his cock.
He rolled his tongue over her clit, dipping down to suck on her lips then continuing the cycle as he slipped two fingers into her *, easing into the tight sheath, moaning against her flesh at the warm, wet cushion that hugged him. It was almost too much to bear—the anticipation, the need. His wolf growled, its desire mounting.
Claim her. She is ours.
Jaylon hooked his fingers up, rubbed along the roof of her sheath until he felt that unmistakable little bump, then pressed in hard, stroking her into a writhing frenzy, licking, sucking, unrelenting until she let out a long moan, her body arched, her head hanging back, her * quivering. He didn’t stop until she fell limp, languid, legs spread wide in invitation.
He pulled back and licked his lips again, then tugged her panties down her legs and tossed them aside. With a smile that he knew was cocky as shit, he stared down at what he’d done. Her * was dripping, her body open, her hands above her head. Eyes hooded, her lips curled into a satisfied smile.
He unzipped his pants, pushed them to his knees, grabbed her ankles and pulled her closer to the edge of the settee. Without another wasted second, he plunged his dick in to the hilt. She took him with a moan, her legs wrapped around his hips, her body already rocking, urging him to move.
He laid his thumb against her swollen clit, and began to stroke as he rolled his hips, her * so tight around his cock that he thought he might be hurting her. She was so wet though, her juices soaking his balls, his cock sliding in and out like a well oiled piston. She was watching him too, her eyes never straying from their joined bodies, biting her bottom lip as she flicked and pinched her nipples.
“Look at me, Aubrey.”
She snapped her gaze up to his, locked on and he shivered. He wanted to look into her soul but it felt like she was looking into his.
As the intensity of the moment flooded through him, he came so violently that he yelled his release, cursing as jets of come spurted into her. She didn’t flinch away, not until her own orgasm took hold, his thumb pressed firmly to her clit, rubbing hard as she bucked and spasmed.
He was loath to pull out. His cock still semi-hard, it wouldn’t take much to fire him up again. But she unlatched her legs, sat up, pushed against his chest.
His cock slid out as he sat back on his heels, watching as she scrambled to pick up her discarded clothes.
“You’re the wrong kinda man for me, Jaylon.”
Her words hit like a sledgehammer. His heart contracted, like it was shriveling up, crawling back into its hole. After what had just happened—more than sex, so much more than a physical act.
He clenched his jaw, determined to show her nothing but indifference. Fuck her. And then she turned and looked at him. With tears glistening in those beautiful eyes, he knew she wasn’t taking a shot at him. This was about her.
“I’m not setting myself up for another fall. Rejection and me, we don’t play well together. You make me lust, you make me want to say things that I have no business saying.” She choked on her words. Swallowed hard, wiped her cheek, brushing at the tears angrily. “Especially to someone I’ve just met. Th-th-this was a mistake.”