He stared down at me before his eyes dropped to my breasts. I knew that my nipples peeked through the T-shirt.
“Chael,” I croaked out when he leaned down and rimmed one of my nipples with his tongue through my shirt. He did the same thing with the other nipple, drenching my poor T-shirt. God, I was sure his mouth was hot enough to melt the fabric away. I arched my back, seeking more of his warmth.
But Chael didn’t remain in place. He slid down my body until his head came to the apex of my thighs.
His eyes met mine as he slowly released my wrists. “Keep them right there.”
I curled my fingers around one of the wooden strips of the headboard. He used his hands to part my thighs. When I felt his fingers graze the scars on my right thigh, I started to push him away, but he stopped and gave me a warning look.
A slight shake of his head reminded me to keep my hands right where they were.
He lifted my right leg and leaned back.
I hissed and tightened my grip on the headboard when he licked the back seam of my knee. A powerful surge of desire flowed through me. Had this man just discovered a new erogenous zone on my body?
When he did it again, I almost came.
Yes. Chael had just introduced me to the fact that the back of my freaking knees was a weak spot of mine.
“Chael,” I whispered when he drew a line with his tongue from my knee down to my inner thigh.
“Say please,” he ordered.
I didn’t think twice. “Please.”
Without any more pretense, Chael ducked his head and began lapping my pussy up like I was a dish, and it was his duty to lick his plate clean. The sexual tension that shrouded my body like a coat when I entered my bedroom began to release, making room for a bliss that felt otherworldly.
Chael moved his hands underneath my thighs to cup the globes of my ass. He raised the lower half of my body off of the bed. My legs dangled over his shoulders, and my thighs squeezed his face, and the man only continued to devour me in a way that I thought only existed in fiction novels.
“Shit.” I jerked and moaned and gasped, and not in a cute, sexy way either.
“Come for me,” he mumbled against my pussy. He pulled the orgasm from my body like it was nothing. My pussy creamed for him, and he lapped everything up, soon wringing another climax from me.
My heartbeat pounded in my ears, followed by a whooshing sound. When I came down from the second orgasm, Chael slowly lowered my legs until they wrapped around his waist. He leaned his body against mine, and I happily took his weight. He planted his elbows on either side of my head.
“Don’t ever touch yourself when I’m in the very next room. Use me to get you off.” He kissed the tip of my nose.
I didn’t say anything because my mind was completely mush. I’d gone from embarrassed to incredibly horny, to self-conscious to satiated. Words were difficult.
Chael moved from over me to the side of my bed closest to the door. As soon as he did, I missed his body’s warmth. That didn’t last long because he pulled me into him. I turned on my side, facing away from him, and he draped his arm over my body. Out of curiosity, I wiggled my hips, and he groaned.
Yep. That considerable bulge wasn’t just his hand or something.
I peered over my shoulder. “I can take care of that for you,” I offered, feeling adventurous. Rarely was I ever this forthcoming with a man.
He lifted his head and kissed the back of my neck, making me shudder. “You’ve done enough.”
I wanted to ask him what I did, but he ran his hand down the length of my arm and intertwined our fingers, squeezing them. My head fell to the pillow, and my body relaxed into his embrace. That was enough for one night, I supposed.
CHAPTER8
Chael
I hated to leave her sleeping in her bed so peacefully the following morning. But the text I’d just received left me with no choice. I pushed the blanket away from Reese’s body and inspected her. The T-shirt that I wanted to rip off of her last night had rolled up, exposing her belly and one of her breasts that’d popped out during the night.
Take her! Mate her now!My wolf cried out.
I straightened my back, ignoring him. When she turned over onto her left side, I again noticed the jagged skin that formed a scar almost the entire length of her leg. I wondered what had happened to her. I had picked up on her walking with a slight limp ever since the first time I saw her at the hospital months earlier.
