Wild and Free (The Three #3)(102)

When she replaced her mouth with her hand, started jacking him, and moved to gently draw his sac into her warm, wet mouth, he was done.

“You want my cum on my stomach, keep that shit up, *cat,” he growled and watched her lift her head.

She’d released his balls, but her hand kept jacking him.

“You wild, Abel?” she whispered.

“Close,” he gritted, and she grinned, eyes languid, lips wet and swollen from his kiss and her blowjob.

Fuck.

“I want you wild, baby,” she kept whispering.

“Might lose control,” he warned, ending on a groan when she guided his dick to her mouth and sucked hard at just the tip.

“I like it like that,” she told him after she released him and before she blew on his sensitive head.

He gripped his thigh harder, his entire body tensing.

She sensed it, he knew it when she turned her head and sank her teeth into the flesh of his inner thigh.

At the sting, a nonverbal snarl ground up his throat.

Her eyes came back to him and he almost lost it at the greed and power shining bright in them, searing his skin with the intensity.

Then she lifted up to her knees in the bed and slid them wide, still jacking him. Her gaze locked to his, she stroked hard, tugging from the root, as she slid her hand down her belly and between her legs.

He knew she found the right spot when her head dropped back, her hair swaying all the way down to her waist, her lips parting.

“Jesus,” he grunted, no longer able to hold it back, surging his hips up, thrusting into her hand.

Her head dipped forward, her gaze unfocused and hot as f*ck, only just managing to catch his.

She whispered, “Wild,” then worked him hard as she worked herself and he watched it all, her hips moving with her fingers, riding them, f*cking f*ck. It was so magnificent he shifted to his knees, hooked her behind her neck, and drove into her tight fist. “Yes,” she breathed.

He bent his neck so his forehead was to hers.

“In a minute, gonna f*ck you so hard, you’re gonna taste me.”

“Yes,” she panted.

He gripped the back of her neck harder and took her mouth, f*cking her fist, feeling her move as she rocked her hips into her fingers, whimpering down his throat.

That was all he could take. He grasped her hair and heard her gentle cry as he used it to whirl her around and shove her face in the bed. Her ass up, he mounted her and commenced rutting, just as he liked it, just as his mate f*cking loved it.

She came in about three seconds.

He came three minutes later but only after he took her there again.

He gave himself a few beats before he dragged her up, impaled on his cock, and sat back on his calves, his arms around her.

She turned her head and pressed her forehead into his neck, wrapping her arms around his, her fingers curling around his wrists.

“Now we can let the day begin,” she said quietly.

He felt his lips curl into a smile and twisted his neck until he found her mouth.

“Now we can let the day begin,” he agreed.

Then he kissed her before pulling her off his cock, out of bed, and into the shower.

*

“You’re a fast learner,” Ryon said after they transformed to human behind a hedge.

The hedge was where they’d leaped out of their clothes three hours earlier in order to begin training.

Before he bent to retrieve his jeans, Abel’s eyes slid to the balcony where Delilah, Sonia, and Leah were sitting and watching. The reason for the hedge. His woman was intimately acquainted with his dick, but he wasn’t real hip on the other two being even a modicum of the same. Further, the other men, particularly Callum, had a lot to write home about in regards to their manhood. Delilah liked big dicks so he wasn’t fired up about her seeing the others’. He was relatively sure the rest of the wolves felt the same.

When she caught his gaze, Delilah gave him a finger wave.

Fuck, she was cute.

He grinned at the ground, shaking his head.

“Thanks,” he muttered in response to Ryon as he nabbed his jeans and pulled them on.

“You’re favoring your claws to your teeth,” Callum noted quietly. Abel looked to him, now buttoning his jeans. “I know your instinct is to use your hands,” he went on, “but wolves deliver the kill with their teeth. Remember, incapacitate with your claws, Abel. Go for the kill with your jaw.”

Abel nodded before he bent to grab his tee. He yanked it over his head as he sensed Lucien’s approach. He twisted his torso, catching Wei and Xun moving to the women on the balcony as he did so.

Obviously Lucien was done with them and it was time for his brothers to train the women.

He twisted further and watched Lucien walk toward the pack of wolves.

“I’m off,” Ryon murmured, clapping Abel on the shoulder. “Good session,” he finished and sauntered away.

“Later,” Caleb said before he bent to grab his boots and socks and walk away.

Calder just gave them a jerk of his chin before he followed his brother.

Lucien nodded to them as they passed him and Abel looked back to the balcony to see the door closing on Sonia. Leah and Delilah had already disappeared inside. Lucien had stopped close to him and Callum by the time the door shut behind the queen of the werewolves.

Abel focused on Lucien as he said, “I just had a conversation with Gregor in the hall on the way here.”