Buried and Shadowed (Branded Packs #3)(54)

“Thank God,” he said, the rasp of his breath filling the air. “I was terrified that I’d ruined our future together.”

Without warning, his hands gripped her hips, tugging her legs farther apart so he could settle between them. Tiny jolts of bliss speared through her as his thick cock was pressed against her already damp flesh.

“I don’t want to discuss the future,” she moaned.

His eyes blazed with sheer male possession. “You belong to me, Mira.”

She forced herself to not look away from his icy blue gaze.

He’d completely consume her if she didn’t hold her ground.

“For tonight,” she whispered.

His hands moved to cup her breasts, his wolf watching her warily.

“Forever,” he pressed, his fingers teasing her nipples until she could barely think straight.

Good. Lord.

“For tonight.” She refused to give in to his demands.

“Stubborn female.” His voice was thick with need. “At least, say my name.”

“Sinclair.”

He smiled with approval. “My Mira. Are you ready?”

Reaching up, she grasped his shoulders, her lips parting in blatant invitation. With a growl of approval, Sinclair lowered his head, capturing her mouth in a kiss of ruthless hunger.

She shuddered, rubbing against his hard erection as she felt his fangs lengthen.

“Yes.” He grasped her hips, rubbing his cock against her as he planted kisses along the curve of her throat. “Shit. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, not entirely convinced. “Please, Sinclair-”

“I wanted you from the minute I caught sight of you,” he fiercely interrupted her protest. “Don’t ever doubt that.”

A moan was wrenched from her throat as he allowed his lips to travel over the curve of her breast, pausing to pleasure her nipple before he was skimming his lips down the soft skin of her belly.

Her eyes squeezed shut as a sizzling pleasure raced through her.

“I don’t want to talk now.”

His used his fangs to scrape her skin. “How am I going to know what you like if we don’t talk?” he teased.

“I like that,” she whispered.

“And this?” he asked, once again using his fangs to lightly trace the swell of her hip.

Her back arched in delight. “Yes.”

He scooted down the mattress, his hands sliding beneath her thighs. “I love your scent.”

A blush stained her cheeks, but before she could speak, he’d lowered his head to lick through the dampness between her legs.

“Sinclair.” His name was wrenched from her lips.

He chuckled, continuing to lap and nip until her fingers dug into his shoulders.

“I love everything about you. Your stunning intelligence. Your loyalty. Your courage.”

She trembled; his soft words as sexy as his skillful touch.

Barely remembering to breathe, she shook as his tongue stroked the highly sensitive flesh. Reaching down, she speared her fingers in the thick satin of his hair.

Oh, this was decadent. Gloriously decadent.

His tongue dipped inside her, thrusting in and out until her hips were lifting in a need for more.

Grasping her hips to hold her still, Sinclair found her clit, gently sucking as the exquisite pressure began to build.

“Wild flowers,” he rasped. “And springtime. My favorite season.”

Not entirely sure what he was talking about, Mira gave a tug on his hair.

“Sinclair, I’m close,” she gasped.

“Yes,” he said, lifting himself so he could position the tip of his cock at her entrance.

Mira felt as if she were on fire.

She’d heard about nights of wild, animal sex, but she’d never dreamed she would experience something so raw and primal.

No, she’d always been the sort to play it safe. To choose a lover who was as boring as she was.

But not tonight.

Tonight, she was going to drown in the lust that threatened to overwhelm her.

As if sensing that she was tumbling out of control, Sinclair studied her with a look that made her heart skip a beat.

It was a gaze that spoke of need and desire and…sheer male ownership.

Framing her face in his hands, he leaned down to kiss her with aching sweetness. Mira sighed. She’d devoted endless hours to fantasizing about this man and his kisses. Tonight, she intended to savor the reality.

Her hands explored the fluid muscles of his chest. His skin was warm, silken. A small coating of hair arrowed between his nipples down the flat plane of his stomach.

Like a light coating of fur.

With a tiny moan, she gave in to the temptation to lift herself off the mattress to spread kisses over his face before licking her way down the strong column of his throat.

“I like the taste of you, too, Sinclair,” she whispered as she continued to tease him with tiny nips of her teeth.

“Shit, Mira,” he growled, his fingers plunging into her hair as he shuddered with pleasure. “You’re going to send me over the edge.”

Such an Alpha.

“You’re not the only one who dreamed of this night,” she whispered, moving steadily lower.

“I...damn, woman.”

She chuckled. “Say my name,” she teasingly commanded.