Stolen and Forgiven (Branded Packs #1)(55)

“I might have overestimated my ability to concentrate,” he muttered. “You...destroy me.”

She forced herself not to reveal her intense reaction to his soft words. Not even when something in the center of her chest seemed to melt.

Was it her heart?

No. No. No.

Not again.

Deliberately distracting herself from her dangerous thoughts, she tightened her fingers around his hard arousal, pushing her fist downward with enough force to wrench a groan from his throat.

“Yes,” he rasped. “My clever cat.”

Continuing to pump up and down, she concentrated on her command over his lean, perfect body. His breath rasped through the air, his back bowing as he neared his climax.

Of course, the pushy wolf couldn’t allow her to finish him off in her hand.

Lowering his head, he claimed her lips in a savage kiss before his hands were tightening her on her hips and he was rolling onto his back in one smooth motion.

Caught off guard to discover herself lodged on top of him, she gazed down at his lean, fiercely male face. Planting her hands in the center of his chest, she gave a small wiggle, sighing at the sensation of his large cock pressed against her clit.

Ah, yes.

This was nice. And unexpected.

Soren might be a Beta, but he liked being in control.

Her lips twitched. “You’re going to let me be on top?”

His hands moved to cup her breasts, his gaze locked on her flushed face.

“I’m prepared to make you happy, princess,” he murmured. “Whatever it takes.”

“Soren—”

Her protest was cut short as his fingers strummed over her nipples, sending tiny jolts of ecstasy through her body. She assured herself that she would remind him later that there was nothing between them but sex.

For now, however, all that mattered was the exquisite passion that scorched between them.

Sinking downward, she pressed her nose to the curve of his shoulder, sucking in a deep breath of his musky scent. Then, without warning, she sank her teeth into his flesh.

Soren growled his approval, rubbing his hard erection against her tender nub.

“Is it your turn to be lost for words, princess?” He molded his hands over her hips, sliding the tip of his cock until it rested against the entrance to her body.

In answer, she arched back, allowing her claws to scrape over his chest.

He hissed in pleasure, his head lifting so he could run his lips over the curve of her breast, at last latching onto her aching nipple.

Cora groaned as anticipation exploded through her. She might tell herself this was just sex, but her body knew the difference.

It responded to Soren’s touch with a shuddering intensity that wrenched the breath from her lungs.

His mouth moved to torment her other nipple, lapping and pleasuring her with a raw intensity that made her stomach clench.

God almighty. She felt as if she were being burned alive.

As if sensing she was swiftly reaching the point of no return, Soren lowered his head to study her flushed face, his brooding gaze holding more than a little male possession.

Then, reaching up, he grasped her face and pulled her down to cover her lips in a slow, utterly tender kiss. Cora sighed.

During their early flirtations, Soren had enchanted her with his soft, heartrendingly affectionate caresses. They’d been more than just passion. Or lust. They’d been filled with joy, and friendship, and promise.

With a compulsive motion, her hands explored the chiseled planes of his chest. She liked the feel of him. Hard muscles covered by warm, satiny skin.

A true hunter.

Her cat stretched beneath her skin, and with a low purr of pleasure, she dipped her head down to spread kisses along the bottom of his collar.

“I love to hear you purr, princess,” he muttered, his hands cupping her ass.

“I bet I can make you purr too, wolf,” she whispered, moving ruthlessly lower.

“Shit.”

“Do you like?”

“Cora,” he rasped as she reached the rigid muscles of his lower stomach. “I’m not sure I can last.”

She ignored his warning as she kissed her way to the tip of his massive erection. He’d halted her play earlier before she was done. This time she intended to have some fun.

Holding his gaze, she caught a glimpse of the wolf deep in his cognac eyes as she took the broad head of his cock between her lips.

He cried out in pleasure, his musk spicing the air. She stroked her tongue over the length, pausing to lick the seed at the tip before she sucked him deeper into her mouth.

Soren’s hips arched upward, his breath hissing through his clenched teeth as she explored him with her tongue before scraping her teeth down the thick shaft. He released a tortured moan, tugging her by the hair to urge her up his body.

Cora allowed herself to be pulled upward with a pout.

“You are supposed to be making me happy,” she murmured. “I wasn’t finished.”

“I intend to make both of us happy,” he rasped, holding on to her hips as he adjusted her over the fierce jut of his cock.

She breathed a harsh sigh; the aching emptiness in her * easing as he slowly penetrated her damp channel.

Cora made a sound of fierce approval at the ruthless invasion. She enjoyed playing as much as the next kitty, but there came a time to get down to business.