Buried and Shadowed (Branded Packs #3)(22)

“I could drown on your taste. Die a happy man,” he growled roughly against her mouth.

She ran her hands through his hair, pulling out the band as she did so. “Keep tasting.” She bit into his lower lip, and he growled. “Taste everything.”

He grinned then. Seems his little submissive wolf wasn’t all that submissive with everything. Perfect. He couldn’t wait for Gibson to find out, as well. Just the image of the two of them making sure Mandy came over and over again sent him to the edge, so he took a deep breath and carried the woman his bear wanted as his to the bedroom.

When he laid her down on the edge of the mattress, he couldn’t help but smile. “You look like you’re Goldilocks in my bed.”

She rolled her eyes. “My hair isn’t blonde.”

He slid his hand up her calf slowly. “With your hair splayed around your head like that in a bed that’s big enough for a bear, I don’t care about the color. I want to taste you, Mandy. I’m going to lick you up, eat you out, and make you come on my tongue before I take you.”

Mandy shivered. “Okay.”

He laughed then, charmed by her simple answer. “Okay, then.” He lowered himself over her, taking her mouth again while running his hands over her body. He loved the feel of her, all softness and curves. She wasn’t a warrior, yet held the strength of her wolf under the softness of her skin.

When he pulled away to work on the button of her jeans, she bit into her lip and raised her hips. He grinned and slowly pulled her pants down her legs, tossing them to the side. Her legs were shapely and would fit nicely around his hips as he drove into her.

“Beautiful,” he whispered and cupped her boldly.

She gasped, and he grinned, intent on his purpose. She still wore her top and panties, but laid out before him, he knew she was his. He bent over her and slid his hands under the sides of her panties before pulling them down. Again, she lifted her hips to help, and he couldn’t help but sigh at the perfection in front of him.

And she was his.

Before she could put her knees together to cover herself, he lowered his face and licked. She bucked toward him, calling out his name. He licked again, her taste sweet on his tongue. He put one hand over her stomach to keep her steady as he explored her, licking and sucking while making sure to pay extra attention to her clit.

“Oliver,” she gasped and he increased the pace, sliding one finger into her. She clamped around him, tight, tight, wet and hot. When he added a second finger and gently bit down on her clit, she came against him, her body shaking.

He let her ride the pleasure before pulling back and stripping off his clothes in a hurry. When he was completely naked, he pulled her to her feet, allowing her to still lean against the bed, and kissed her again, the urgency riding him making him shake.

“I need you,” he rasped. “I need all of you.”

“You have it,” she gasped as she raised her hands. He slid her shirt off and had her bra on the ground next to her panties before she could blink. Her breasts were the perfect size for his large hands and he had to have them in his mouth. He licked one nipple, then the other, gently plucking them with his fingers and cupping her breasts as he did.

“Oliver,” she moaned, her hand tangling in his hair. He hummed against her nipple, and she pressed her body against his, her hand on his dick.

He groaned. “If you touch me right now, I’m going to come.”

“You got to taste me, why can’t I taste you?”

He pulled away and cupped her face. “Next time,” he promised. “Next time. I need you now.”

With that, he turned her around and pressed her back to his front, his cock sliding against the top of her ass. When he bent her over the edge of the bed, she fisted her hands in the bedspread as he gripped her hips tightly. He bent over her and kissed the back of her neck then licked down her spine. With one hand, he fingered her again, making sure she was ready for him, and with the other, positioned himself at her entrance.

“Ready for me, little wolf?”

“I’ve been ready,” she said, her voice rough.

“Good.” He pushed into her then and they both moaned. She was so small, so tight, but she’d take him. His bear wanted to go harder, go faster, but for this first time, he just wanted to feel her. He could wait that long.

“Oliver,” she moaned. “Now. Take me. I can handle it. I need you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m a wolf, bear of mine. I can take it. Now take me.” She pushed backwards, taking the rest of him, and he growled before pulling back and slamming back into her. They both groaned, and he continued the pace, thrusting in and out of her until they were both sweat-slick and on the edge. Before he could come, he pulled out and flipped her over. He put his hands under her butt and lifted her so she rested on the edge of the bed. She reached between them and gripped his cock, moving him so he could fill her again. He pushed into her once more, and she rocked her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.

When his balls tightened, he knew he was close. “Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Come for me.”

She slid her hand over her belly and did as he told her, her eyes never leaving his. When her eyes darkened, her body bowing, he came with her, crushing his mouth to hers and catching her scream of pleasure.

His bear roared, and he felt her wolf slide against him, connecting them in a way he’d never thought possible.