Black Moon (Alpha Pack #3)(27)

"I take it we're playing hooky this afternoon?" he murmured in her ear, wrapping his arms around her middle.

"Mmm. For a little while, if that's all right with you."

"More than. I'm a play hooky kind of guy."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?"

He heard the teasing in her voice and began to nibble on the shell of her ear. "It shouldn't. You knew I was a bad boy when you threw in with me."

"Is that what I've done?" she asked, shivering lightly as he nipped her neck.

"God, I hope so."

Flicking his tongue, he tasted her skin, the salty sweetness of her essence. His cat growled, loving that, ready to play. His c**k hardened, lengthening to press along her butt and the small of her back. There was no way she didn't notice, but she remained relaxed, her body language letting him know that she was very much on board with his attentions.

Encouraged, he let his fingers inch under the hem of her blouse. For a few moments he savored the smoothness of her skin under the pads of his fingers. Her waist was trim, her belly flat. He explored her insy and she giggled some, wiggling in his arms. Chuckling, he let his hands roam to the flimsy fabric of her bra and hesitated. When she merely arched her back in invitation, he grazed the ni**les, plucked them through the material until they were hard, tight peaks.

"Oh," she groaned, reaching around to cup the back of his head. She buried her fingers in his hair.

"Do you need me, baby?"

"Yes, please!"

That was all he needed to hear. Finding the front clasp of her bra, he deftly unhooked and parted the material. Her br**sts spilled free and he sucked in a breath of appreciation as he let them fill his palms. Squeezing gently, he enjoyed her squirming against him and realized the mounds felt heavier, more full than they had been the one time they'd been together. But it could be his imagination.

"Spin around, baby."

He helped her maneuver so she sat straddling his lap, facing him. Before he could reach for her blouse, she stripped it off and tossed it aside, then slipped out of her bra. Her skin was creamy, flawless.

"You take my breath away," he said in a low voice. "You're so beautiful."

Bending, he tasted a dusky nipple, worried it carefully with his teeth. Moaning in pleasure, she buried her fingers in his hair and urged him on. He laved and suckled, first one nipple then the other, until she was writhing on his lap.

Reaching to the waist of her slacks, he hesitated and met her hungry gaze, asking silent permission. She nodded and he unbuttoned them, then helped her stand. Quickly, she shed her shoes, pants, and silky underwear. He stripped his shirt, boots, and jeans, then resumed his position on the grass, his erection pointed at the treetops.

He reached for her hand. "Come here and stand over me."

She took his hand and straddled him again, feet on either side of his thighs, and remained standing. Her look of eager excitement told him she knew what he was going to do and couldn't wait.

Neither could he. The first lick of her slit detonated his senses, sent an explosion of pure lust rocketing through his blood. There was nothing as fine as the taste of his woman on his tongue. Warm and wet. Inviting.

Prying her apart with his fingers, he laved her channel, getting as deep as possible. Tongue-f*cked her as she pressed into his face, rubbing, needing more. He ate her, slow and easy, enjoying every second. As she made little sounds of ecstasy, he took himself in hand, spreading the seeping pr**cum around the head. After giving himself a few strokes, he couldn't wait any longer.

"On my lap, baby," he breathed. "Sit on my cock."

Kneeling, she positioned herself over him. Then, capturing his gaze with those gorgeous blue eyes, she lowered herself, sheathing him inch by inch. "Ah, shit! Good, honey. So damned good . . ."

Twining her arms around his neck, she gave him a feral look. "You like me f**king you like this, Sorcerer? Want me to milk your big c**k so good your balls explode?"

Jesus! Who knew his baby had such a filthy mouth? Christ, he was a lucky bastard!

"Yes," he croaked. "Fuck me, honey. I'm all yours."

When she was seated, she began to rise and fall. As promised, she f**ked him so fine, her pu**y a hot, wet glove that stroked him from base to tip. Again and again. He let her control the pace, every aspect of their lovemaking. She quickened the tempo until she rode him hard, their bodies slapping in perfect rhythm, sticky with sweat, the pungent aroma of sex in the air.

His panther roared in pleasure, demanding that he sink his teeth into the vulnerable juncture of her neck. Especially when she tilted her head in what he believed was an unconscious gesture of submission.

Ours! Mate!

No. As much as he longed to bite and claim her, he couldn't do that without her agreeing to it. And it was much too soon for that, their relationship too new. Resisting his beast was the toughest thing he'd ever done, but somehow he won the battle.

Instead he lost himself in a red tide of desire and soon felt the familiar tightening of his balls, the quickening in his groin and the base of his spine that signaled impending orgasm. He came with a rush, slamming into her several times, pumping his seed on and on, filling her. Clasping him to her breast, she clutched at him as she found her peak as well and went over. Together they shuddered for long moments, until they clung to each other, replete.