Hunter's Heart (Alpha Pack #4)(32)

"Shh, it's okay. Don't hold back."

Her tongue laved the tip, licking away the sticky wetness as she continued to pump his shaft. He shuddered, balls tightening, the heat rising in his loins, on the verge of losing control too soon. Her other hand found his sac, kneaded gently, and his breathing hitched.

Unable to help himself, he let his gaze drift down to watch. The sight nearly undid him. Beautiful Daria, kneeling between his spread legs. Working his c**k with her silky touch, her warm, wet little mouth. Taking obvious enjoyment in reducing him to a mindless puddle. Demanding all of him.

Oh, yeah. She can have me. Whenever, however she wants.

She took his length deep, sheathing his c**k to the very base. He buried his hands in her hair, closing his eyes in ecstasy. Hers now. All hers.

"Daria! Oh, God."

He pumped his hips slowly, in tandem to the pull of her sweet mouth. She sucked eagerly, teeth scraping, tongue sweeping the ridge of his penis. So damned good. He wanted more. Harder, deeper. How could she take all of him? He didn't want to hurt her.

Then he wasn't capable of thinking anymore. She grabbed his hips, urging his thrusts. There was nothing but the rising throb of heat threatening to burst him into a million pieces. Blow him apart.

"Yes, baby, yes!"

He gave himself over. To Daria. Gave her what they both wanted. Fucked her mouth, hard and fast. Just like that, f**k yeah, so good . . .

With a hoarse cry, he stiffened. Shot down her throat, pumping on and on. Riding the waves crashing through him until he stood trembling on legs that barely held him upright.

When the last of the aftershocks had faded, she released him and wiped her mouth with the edge of her discarded shirt. His rubbery knees folded and he sank down in front of her. She looked at him with a saucy grin, and his heart turned over. For a second, he'd been afraid of how she'd react to their lovemaking.

Unbidden, a surge of raw emotion took him by surprise. For the first time in as long as he could remember, happiness swelled in his chest. And a fierce protectiveness. His mate. Mine. He didn't want to try to examine the powerful feelings any further right now. But looking at the ominous cast on her arm, he knew he'd send the white bitch wolf responsible straight to hell.

"Mmm." She slanted him a sexy look. "I loved doing you. I think you've corrupted me."

"I hope so." He enjoyed her laugh. "It occurs to me that you didn't get any attention."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"This."

Taking her chin, he kissed her. Reveled in the dark flavor of himself on her lips. Him, and no one else. Ever again. The knowledge aroused him all over again, his half-softened c**k waking anew. Thank God for shifter stamina.

He laid Daria back gently, following her down. Cradling her, he pressed butterfly kisses to her lips, nose, chin, forehead. She rested a hand on top of his head, running his hair through her fingers, and he loved the sensation.

Dipping lower, he turned his attention to her br**sts. Capturing one tight pebble in his teeth, he groaned, sucking it. Feasting like the starving man he was. She arched into him, gripping his head, gasping encouragement. He swirled one peak, then the other, as one hand skimmed down her flat belly.

His fingers found the springy nest of curls, and lower still, to her wet sex. Her thighs parted for him, hips urging his touch. He stroked the hot, sensitive nub, the pouting lips, slick and ready for him. Suckled her br**sts, teased her clit until she writhed, unable to take any more.

"Ryon, please," she moaned, yanking his hair. "I need you inside me."

He lifted his head, regret spearing his gut. "Shifters don't need protection for STDs, but we do unless you want to risk a small complication." He didn't add that a wolf shifter could not impregnate anyone but his mate-and that she was at risk.

"I'm on the pill, and I'm healthy," she insisted, eyes searching his.

Her words sent a thrill through him. "Daria, sweetheart, are you sure?"

"Yes! Please, just make love to me."

He needed no further encouragement. Positioning his body over hers, he guided the tip of his penis to her moist opening. Worked it in slow, making certain he wouldn't hurt her.

And in one long, delicious stroke, pushed deep. Her tight sheath gripped his c**k with silken heat. She clutched his shoulders as he began to pump. In as far as possible, his balls rubbing against her bottom. Relishing the feeling of being buried inside her. Then out, inch by wicked inch. Skin deep, inside her again. Wanting to crawl in and never come out. Fusing their souls.

Never, ever anything like this. The power of their connection, that physical bond, shook him. Humbled him. She was a gift, a treasure. Mindful of her arm, he held her close, making sweet love to her right there on his living room floor.

Her nails dug into his back. "Oh, yes, yes. Faster!"

The feral wolf in him came undone, howled in triumph. Mine. He barely resisted sinking his fangs into her shoulder. Clutching her tight, thrusting hard, their bodies slapping together. Hot, blazing, burning him up. Higher and higher. Going to freaking explode.

"Come with me," he demanded.

Hips bucking, she cried out. Her release shattered him. Seated deep, he let her carry him over the edge, into oblivion. Her orgasm milked his c**k as he spurted into her, harder than before. More than he'd thought possible.

Raising his head, he looked into her face and swept a damp tendril of hair from her eyes. She gazed at him, smiling dreamily, a woman well satisfied. A new emotion clogged his throat.