Stolen and Forgiven (Branded Packs #1)(54)

“I’ve already been in your pants.” He swiped his tongue over her lower lip. He had a tendency to show affection by licking her. Sometimes he was such a wolf. “And it was fabulous.”

Her lips twitched. Soren was truly irresistible in this teasing mood.

“It was nice,” she conceded.

“Nice?” He regarded her with pretend outrage. “My mother’s pot roast dinner is nice. Hunting beneath the full moon is nice. The first snowfall is nice.” He kissed her, his lips hot and demanding before he pulled back to study her with a piercing intensity. “Fucking you is breathtakingly spectacular.”

She released her claws to allow them to press against the skin of his chest.

“Are you fishing for compliments, Soren?”

A low growl rumbled in his throat. “You just can’t admit it, can you, princess?”

“Admit what?”

“You belong to me.”

She hid a grimace at the stark possession in his voice.

The human part of her might remain stubbornly determined to deny his claim, but her animal was much more basic.

This wolf had captivated her from the second he’d entered her father’s home ten years ago. And even when he’d betrayed her, she’d still ached for him with a primitive hunger that refused to leave her in peace.

Today she intended to allow her cat to rule.

“Have I ever told you that you talk too much?” she muttered.

He chuckled, then without warning, he was moving with a fluid speed.

“I’m a wolf of many talents. I can multitask.” Cora gasped, finding herself pressed into the mattress with a wickedly amused male perched on top of her. Her eyes widened, excitement exploding through her at the smoldering intensity in his gaze. A hunter who was focused on his prey. No other male had ever made her shiver with such fierce anticipation, his sensuality a physical force that brushed against her. “I can whisper sweet nothings, and at the same time, give you enough pleasure to make you scream out my name.”

Her breath was wrenched from her lungs, but she struggled to disguise her violent response.

Soren was arrogant enough without knowing that he was the only lover who could make her heart thunder and her knees weak.

“I’ll give you full marks for talking smack,” she drawled, her hands grabbing his shoulders to allow her claws to dig into his skin. “But are you more than hot air?”

He leaned down to nip her bottom lip, his hot breath scorching over her cheek.

“Let’s find out, shall we?” he husked, his tongue tracing the line of her jaw.

“What...oh.”

Cora shuddered as his lips blazed a path down the curve of her shoulder, pausing to nuzzle the bite mark he’d left earlier. His lips traced the sensitive bruise before he was exploring downward.

Pleasure cascaded through her, his lips creating tiny sparks of excitement as he skimmed over the top of her breast, pausing to tease her nipple to a gloriously hard nub that tingled beneath his expertise.

Oh, yes.

Just a few minutes ago she’d been so sated she could barely move, now her body was sizzling back to life with a vengeance.

Perhaps not entirely surprising.

It’d been far too long since she’d had a lover who could excite her to this point of pleasure-pain.

Giving her nipple a last, lingering suck, Soren planted a trail of kisses between her breasts, his dark hair brushing over her skin like a caress. Cora groaned, savoring the rich scent of his musk that filled her senses.

His fingers grasped her hips as he continued to sweep his lips downward, skimming over the clenched muscles of her stomach before he was firmly settling between her legs. Shocks of pleasure raced through her. Lifting herself onto her elbows, she studied the male kneeling between her legs with smug assurance.

She wanted to watch this wolf who’d haunted her dreams for so many years.

As if sensing her need, Soren held her gaze as he lowered his head and slowly licked her gathered cream.

Her heart thundered as she watched his eyes shimmer with a silver fire, his rough tongue teasing over her clit before it was sliding back down to push deep into her body.

She hissed, ecstasy darting through her.

Good lord, he was a talented wolf.

Her hands clenched the sheet beneath her as he continued to arouse her with his tongue, his slow, deliberate strokes designed to take her to the edge without going over.

“Soren,” she at last pleaded. “Enough.”

To hell with pride. She needed to feel him inside her.

“It will never be enough,” he growled, pressing his lips to her inner thigh before retracing a delectable path of kisses back up her body. His wolf glowed in his eyes as he reached for her hand, pressing it against his cock. “I need you.”

Not even trying to resist temptation, she wrapped her fingers around his erection. He groaned in approval, tilting his hips to encourage her to pump her hand down to the heavy testicles.

Her lips curved in smug satisfaction.

She liked knowing that she could make this powerful male tremble with need.

Slowly skimming her fingers upward, she circled the broad tip that was already damp with his seed.

“What happened to those sweet words, Mr. Multitasker?” she teased.

He muttered a curse, his claws digging into the mattress as he crouched above her.