The ragged groan that tore from him shot straight to her pussy and she knew if he reached down, he would find her soaking wet. She was ready for him and ached to have him inside of her. He kissed her with a tenderness that was almost her undoing. It was a hundred times more potent than their hot and heavy kisses. She smoothed her hands over the broad expanse of his back then reached down and tugged the t-shirt up so that she could feel the smooth, soft skin beneath. Wyatt helped her out by lifting off her a little and pulling the t-shirt over his head before tossing it aside. He covered her body once more and it would have been so easy to lose herself in another of Wyatt’s mind-numbing kisses, but she shook her head as his lips descended.
“Jeans, too.”
“Bossy boots.”
She grinned against his mouth. “You’ll thank me once they’re off.”
“I’m going to hold you to that.”
Wyatt sprang off the bed and she leaned up on an elbow to watch him undress. When he was on his feet, he wasted no time in kicking off his shoes then removing his jeans, briefs, and socks. He stood in front of her, gloriously naked, and raised an amused eyebrow.
“Satisfied?”
She grinned wickedly. “Not yet, no, but I’m hoping you can rectify that.”
“Now that’s something you can holdmeto,” he said as he stalked toward her with a fluid grace that belied his immense size.
As soon as he reached the bed, Wyatt didn’t climb on or cover her body with his, he took hold of her ankles and pulled them apart before situating himself between her thighs. Before her brain had caught up with what he was doing, he’d covered her pussy with his mouth and swept his tongue between her folds, lapping at the juices that had pooled at her core. Amelia gasped, her back lifting off the bed even as she raised her hips in an effort to get more of that delicious tongue action. He didn’t disappoint.
He licked and caressed and kissed, flicking his tongue against her clit over and over again until Amelia’s legs began to shake and the satisfaction that she craved was finally in reach.
“God, yes,” she groaned, her head pressed back against the pillow.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she chased her release as Wyatt continued to drive her wild with his lips, teeth, and tongue. Finally, she could hold back the floodgates no longer and as the orgasm barreled through her with a tremendous force, she threw her head back and yelled out Wyatt’s name.
Her body had barely stopped shaking from its release when Wyatt climbed on top of her, pressed her hips open then situated himself between her thighs. He entered her with a loud curse, his thick girth stretching her wide then he grunted as he slid all the way inside her then bottomed out.
“Fuck,” he bit out as he held himself steady inside her. “You feel so good, baby. So goddamn perfect.”
She liked the sound of him calling her ‘baby’ almost as much as she enjoyed the feel of him inside her. She wiggled her hips and Wyatt hissed.
“Please,” she begged.
Fortunately, Wyatt needed no further encouragement to move. He pulled out a little then thrust inside her again, making her gasp.
It was perfection.
“Yes!” she shouted, wanting more,needingmore.
He pressed in deep then started fucking her with short sharp thrusts. They built up a steady rhythm, moving together with ease and as Wyatt pushed into her hard and deep, Amelia felt another release building. She stared up at him, her heart filling with happiness as her body was flooded with pleasure. God, he was gorgeous, and their chemistry was off the charts. The mate bond throbbed between them, heightening every exquisite moment, every perfect touch, until there was nothing but him in her world. And as his eyes met hers, she knew she was the only thing he saw.
When Wyatt began jerking his hips erratically, his breathing coming faster, she realized he was close, and it brought her even nearer to her second release. The dragon within her roared with delight at the sight of their mate’s face, flushed with pleasure. Her pending release built and built until it exploded out of her with a scream of pure bliss. Almost at the same time, Wyatt stilled his hips and grunted, emptying himself inside her with liquid heat.
It took several long moments before their breathing came back under control and only then did Wyatt slide from her body and lay down beside her, tucking her up against him. She hadn’t taken him as someone who liked to snuggle, but he seemed perfectly content to let her lie in his arms and she certainly wasn’t going to complain about it because she was right where she wanted to be. She wished she could stay there forever.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy,” she said, forgetting herself for a moment.
Wyatt stilled and Amelia could have kicked herself. She hadn’t meant to say anything that would remind him of his banishment and the elders’ threat. She couldn’t have been more surprised when he relaxed again and admitted, “Me either.”
“Wyatt,” she whispered, “can you tell me why you were banished from the clan?”
He heaved a sigh and for a moment she thought he might not answer, but then she felt him nod against the side of her head.
“Yeah,” he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “I can tell you, although it might make you change your mind about wanting to be mated to me when you learn what happened.”
She seriously doubted that and hated that Wyatt could think her so fickle. Whatever it was had happened a long time ago and Wyatt had been punished for it. He’d spent fifty years cut off from everyone he ever knew and loved. Wasn’t that enough? She didn’t know what he’d done but couldn’t believe that so harsh a punishment could fit any crime.
“It can’t be that bad.”
