Echoes of Fire (The Mercury Pack #4)(107)
“It’s like a French kiss, but down under.”
Trick fisted Dominic’s collar and began dragging him away. “I got him, I got him.”
Bracken shook his head and looked at Madisyn. “I don’t know whether to kill him or pity him, because when he finally meets his mate, all the other males are going to give him hell.” The thought positively cheered him.
They didn’t say a word as they quickly walked to the lodge, sexual tension humming between them. They stumbled through the front door, mouths locked, tongues tangling, hands roaming. Without breaking the kiss, he picked her up and carried her upstairs and into the bedroom.
“The dress stays on.” Bracken tossed her on the bed and shed his clothes, sweeping his gaze over her, drinking in the breasts spilling out of her bra, the way the dress clung to every curve, and those long, smooth legs that felt too fucking good wrapped around him. There was no part of her he hadn’t kissed or touched. No erogenous zone he hadn’t found or exploited. He’d marked and claimed his mate in every possible way, over and over. And he’d do it again now.
Taking her fill of his tall, solid body, Madisyn swallowed. All hard muscle and sleek skin, he was a sight that would make any girl weak-kneed. Bracing herself on her elbows, she slowly let her legs fall open. His eyes dropped to her lacy red panties and gleamed with a dark, savage possessiveness that made her stomach clench. “Something you want, Bracken?”
Leaning over the bed, he planted a fist on either side of her head. “Already have everything I want.” His mouth devoured hers, greedy and possessive, until she melted into the mattress. Scooping her breasts out of her bra, he blew over those hard nipples, making her gasp. “All mine.”
Madisyn moaned as his hand shaped and squeezed her breasts. She arched into him, gripping the solid bulk of his shoulders. Raking his teeth down her throat, he pinched and tugged on her nipples until they pulsed with pleasure-pain. She curled her leg around his hip. “Fuck me.”
Bracken licked over his claiming mark, satisfaction welling inside him at just the sight of it. “Not yet.” Sucking on her pulse, he slid his hand into her panties and slipped a finger between her folds. Finding her slick, he groaned. Then he shoved that finger inside her, closing his eyes as her pussy squeezed it. His cock twitched in envy. “So hot.”
Madisyn bucked and writhed as he tormented her with his finger. Probed. Swirled. Teased. “Your cock, Bracken. I want your cock in me.” Instead, he slipped another finger inside and began thrusting slow and deep. Her pussy throbbed, burning for more. “Bracken, seriously—” She gasped as he drew her nipple into his hot mouth, sucked and grazed it with his teeth.
He released the taut bud with a pop. “Seriously, what?”
“Your fingers are great and all, but I need more.”
“Do you?” He kissed, bit, and suckled his way down her body, pausing to swirl his tongue around her belly button. He splayed his hand on her stomach. “My babies are gonna grow right here.”
“Kits,” she corrected.
Bracken smiled. “Pups.” He gripped her ass and lifted her pussy to his mouth, ready to serve himself. “I didn’t get my taste of you this morning.” He nuzzled her folds, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her need.
“You can have a taste later. I—”
“Want my cock, I know. You’ll get what you want in a minute.” He lashed her clit with his tongue, and she bucked. “First, I’m taking what I want.” He swiped his tongue between her slick folds, lapping up her cream, and his cock thickened even more.
Fisting the sheets, Madisyn shook and groaned as he ate at her pussy like he was starved for it. Growling against her flesh, he licked and sipped and stabbed his tongue deep. Little tremors racked her thighs, and her pussy fluttered and ached for something thicker.
Lava poured through her, burning her from the inside out, winding her so tight that she almost sobbed. Then her orgasm headed straight for her and—
He stopped, lowering her hips a little.
She hissed, punching the bed. “Do you have to be such a goddamn—” He slammed home. The breath whooshed out of her lungs as his long, thick cock stuffed her full. Even though she’d gotten used to his size, the abrupt possession burned a little. But she didn’t care. Just wanted more.
“Wrap your legs tight around me. Good girl.” He curled over her, once again putting a hand on either side of her head, keeping his arms straight. “You ready for me to fuck you?”
Clamping her inner muscles around his cock, wrenching a groan out of him, Madisyn nodded. “More than ready.”
Taking her at her word, Bracken powered into her at a furious pace. Slammed deep, pounded hard, demanded everything from her. He’d never get enough of this. Of her. Of that sex-crazed look, the jaunty bounce of her tits, the feel of her legs locked around him, and the hot clasp of her tight inner muscles squeezing his cock.
Madisyn clawed at his arms, so desperate to come she almost shook with it. A wet finger probed the bud of her ass—something he did so often that the muscles offered no real resistance, allowing the finger to smoothly sink inside. He’d fucked her there a few times, and she’d liked it more than she thought she would.
Straightening, Bracken shifted his angle slightly as he rammed harder, faster. “Come.”
A thumb circled her clit, and pure pleasure whipped through Madisyn, shattering her, trapping a scream in her throat. Then suddenly his cock and finger were gone, she was flipped onto her stomach, and he pulled her onto her knees.