He held himself like an offering as his precious lycan leaned down to lick him from root to tip before closing her mouth over him.
He jerked and started rocking up into her mouth, unable to stop himself. All that precious control he’d spent a lifetime practicing vanished the moment Riley’s soft lips wrapped around his dick.
But who could blame him? He stared down at her mouth full of his cock, her lips hugging him as he pumped in and out, frantic to jet down her throat before tossing her on the bed to fill her body all over again.
She licked with that powerful tongue, her hands stroking everywhere as she consumed him.
“Riley.”
She moaned around him, her pleasure evident by her scent and the speed with which she pleasured him.
“I’m so close.”
She sucked harder and cupped his balls, rubbing with a firm hand that pushed him past the point of no return.
He groaned her name as he came, the release staggering, the scent of their bond thick before fading once more, likely due to Paz’s spell. That added layer of connection between them should have bothered him. It didn’t. He wanted more tying them together.
From the pleased expression on her face as she continued to lick him clean, she wanted the same.
His arousal hadn’t abated. Still hard, he withdrew from her lips and turned her onto her back.
“Yum.” She winked. “I’m full now that I had desert.” She chuckled.
He growled, secretly pleased with her satisfaction and laughter, the direwolf at play.
“Then perhaps I should have something sweet as well.” He returned the favor, licking her up, all that creamy lust between her legs going straight to his head. He licked and sucked, pulling her taut clit between his teeth and nibbling her into a powerful orgasm.
But he wasn’t done. Kraft cupped her mound so that he could feast once more. Trailing kisses up her thighs to her hips and stomach, and farther up her body to center on her luscious breasts, he suckled and tugged at such plump flesh, and she squirmed under him.
“Do you want me, lycan?”
“Kraft.”
“Tell me. Better yet, submit to me.”
She blinked into his eyes as he shoved her thighs wide and settled between them, nestled at the entrance to her sex. So slick and hot, she tempted him like nothing else, and he had to work to contain himself, unsteady with the vast need to take her and keep on taking.
“Kraft.” The berserker flashed in her eyes, and he stared back, instigating a game of dominance. They nipped and bit at each other. He drew tiny dots of blood with each kiss; Riley left teeth imprints that had him raging with lust because she soothed each hard bite with a kiss. The constant push and pull drove Kraft to the edge.
“You’re mine,” he snarled and kissed her until he felt her resistance melt.
“Yes, yours,” she whispered against his ear and teethed his earlobe.
He thrust inside her, fast, and deep, and she keened as she clenched tightly around him, coming at once.
Kraft needed to leave his scent behind, to mark her as his own. He pumped into her, past her orgasm, and shoved her headlong into another one.
Then he came, a glorious wash of pleasure that washed over them both.
Finally exhausted, he withdrew and pulled her into his arms, uncaring of anything but holding his mate close.
“Mine.” He rumbled in German, “My mate to keep close. My heart to hold dear. Death to any who would seek to separate us.” A vow many in his old clan had at one time whispered with joy, and something Kraft hadn’t ever thought to say in his lifetime. Hell, he hadn’t meant to say it now. Why had he?
Because he’d found her. His true-mate. He could feel it.
That was if he could find a way around her pack’s irritating rules about mating.
She snuggled close and sighed into his chest.
