Echoes of Fire (The Mercury Pack #4)(90)

He hissed out a breath as her throat contracted around his cock. Every time she did that, every time she swallowed just a little more of his dick, he felt his balls tighten. With the scent of her need filling the SUV, pouring into his lungs, and stroking over his senses, he was too fucking close to coming.

The delicious scent was making his wolf just as crazed. The beast, still worked up after seeing her overpower the other female, urged Bracken to take her. Bite her. Brand her again. Remind her that she belonged to them.

Instead of parking in the lot, Bracken drove all the way to his lodge. The moment he parked, he bit out, “Stop.” She purred around his cock instead and, fuck, he almost exploded in the hot cavern of her mouth. He swore, tightened his grip on her hair, and yanked up her head. Eyes glossy with need, she stared up at him, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. The sight made his cock throb. “I told you to stop. Now strip off the top and bra.”

As she hastily removed them, he whipped off his shirt and used the lever to pull back his seat, giving her plenty of room. “Come here. Straddle me, but stay on your knees.” He drank in the sight of her round, perky breasts and hard, rosy nipples as she planted a knee on either side of his thighs. Sweeping his hand down her sleek back, he palmed her ass. “That’s my good girl.”

Madisyn gasped as his tongue lashed her nipple. He’d been teasing her all freaking day one way or another, and she was wound tighter than a rubber band. Every nerve ending was hypersensitive. Every sense was homed in on him. And all she wanted—no, needed—was a good, hard fuck. No preamble, no foreplay, no more teasing. Just fucking.

“Bracken,” she rasped, sifting her fingers through his hair as he licked his way over to her neglected breast. He drew an aching taut bud into his mouth, and she felt each hard, rhythmic suck right in her throbbing clit. “Fuck me.”

Lifting his gaze to hers, he traced her swollen lips with his finger. “I don’t like that other men know how good it feels to have this mouth wrapped tight around their dicks.” He growled low in his throat. “It’s mine. It was always mine. It’s always gonna be mine.” So he took it. Plundered it with his tongue, marked it with his teeth, and feasted on her addictive taste. God, she was like a fucking drug. One he’d never stop craving. Never stop needing.

A growl rumbled out of him as she dragged her claws down his chest and dug them into his abs. His cock was full and heavy and hurting like a bitch. He had to be in her. He had to—

She bit his neck, sinking her teeth down hard. Fuck. Bracken shoved up her skirt, yanked her panties aside, and rubbed the head of his cock through her folds. Liquid heat bathed him, beckoned him to take her. “So fucking wet and ready for me.”

Bracken tightened his grip on her ass when she tried dropping down on his cock. “You want me inside you, baby?” he asked softly, casually, like he was in no rush.

Eyes flaring, she hissed. “Do you have to be such an annoying motherfucker?”

He swatted her ass, liking her little gasp of indignation. Rubbing the creamy globe to soothe the sting, he swirled his tongue in the hollow of her throat. “I asked you a question. Do you want me inside you?”

“You know I do.” Madisyn gasped as he again swiped his cock through her slit. Her pussy fluttered and contracted, painfully empty. There was no longer want. Only need. She needed him filling her, taking her, or she was going to lose her damn mind. Hell, she was seriously close to begging. And he knew it—she could see it in those slate-gray eyes that glittered with the same raw sexual aggression he radiated.

She felt too hot. Too tight. Too desperate. Too damn tempted to slap him right across the face for being such a teasing asshole. Her cat wasn’t impressed by his toying with her either.

Bracken raked his teeth over her neck. “You want to ride me?”

“Yes.”

“You want to feel my come shooting inside you?”

“Yes.”

“You love me?”

“Yes.” Wait, what? He yanked her down, literally slamming her onto his cock, stuffing her so full that the breath gusted out of her lungs. Madisyn’s hands flew to his upper arms, nails pricking the skin, as her pussy greedily clutched and squeezed him. She sat there, panting softly, adjusting to the shock of his rough possession.

“You love me?” he repeated, voice low, face sober.

She swallowed, feeling more vulnerable than she had in a long time. So vulnerable that it was tempting to lie and say no just to protect herself. But she couldn’t. “Yes.”

His mouth curved into a soft, satisfied smile. “Good. Because there isn’t a fucking thing in this world I could love more than I do you.” Plunging his tongue into her mouth, he kissed her again. Licked. Nipped. Devoured. Took utter possession of her mouth.

Still gripping her ass, Bracken slowly lifted her, gritting his teeth as her tight pussy clung to his cock. “Love every single fucking thing about you, Madisyn. My Madisyn.” He slammed her down on him again, groaning as her inner muscles bitingly tightened around him. “Now fuck yourself on me.”

Madisyn rode him hard, impaling herself on his thick cock over and over. Face cold, eyes hot, he kept his gaze locked with hers. Not once did he look away as his long shaft repeatedly sliced through her, driving so deep that it hurt a little—not even when he filled his hands with her breasts, possessively cupping and squeezing. Her clit pulsed each time he pinched or plucked at her nipples, and she could feel her orgasm building and building.