He gripped her ass with both hands and pulled her tighter to him. “I fucking hope not.” He slid one hand up her back, his fingers resting on the apex of her neck. He tilted his chin up to meet her gaze.
Anna crossed her wrists behind his neck and leaned in for a kiss. The soft press of his mouth made her melt against his chest. Conor’s tongue slid across her lower lip, and she opened for him. The kiss might have started as a slow simmer but it quickly heated to a boil—full of hungry desire. She relished every caress on her body while he plundered her mouth with a passion she’d never get used to, or at least she hoped she never would. Every time with Conor was like the first time. His touch made her giddy with lust. She rocked her groin against his, feeling the burn of passion as her swelling clit rubbed against the inside of her jeans and throbbed.
She groaned with a ragged breath that filled his mouth.
He fisted her hair and pulled her back from the kiss, his own breathing heavy and fast. “Goddamn,” he muttered, kissing her below her earlobe. “You do my head in, woman.”
Anna smirked, thrilled to know she had such a potent effect on him. “That’s a problem?” she asked.
“I will woo you today, Anna, my love, and my plan doesn’t include sex in the front seat of the truck.”
“Plans change.” She squirmed against him.
The rawness in his expression, the intensity of his stare, drove Anna wild. His chest rumbled with a growl of barely controlled lust. “Plans change,” he agreed.
Anna went up on her knees, reached down, and fumbled with Conor’s jeans. He moved her hands aside and made quick work of the buttons. He lifted his ass and pushed his jeans down around his thighs. His cock sprang away from his groin, eager and ready for action.
Anna grinned. “Oh, yeah, baby.”
Conor raised a brow. “Your turn.”
Anna raised herself up and shoved her jeans down. She kicked off her sandals. Conor stripped her left pant leg over her foot, but she stopped him before he got to the right. When he gave her a quizzical look, she said, “So I can find my underwear later. It’s easier if it’s hooked to my leg.”
Conor laughed and yanked her pants the rest of the way off. “I can guarantee you’re not going to need your underwear later.
He pushed her shirt up and cupped her breast, while he pressed the thick tip of his cock against her slick opening. He clamped his lips around her nipple the moment she seated herself on his length, loving the way he filled her completely.
“Oh God,” she moaned. She fisted his thick hair as she rode his every thrust. Her Conor. Her man. Her mate. “Yes,” she panted. “Yes.”
Conor kissed her breasts. “God. So beautiful. So fucking perfect.” He pressed his hips into her thighs and reached around her backside. Grabbing her ass with both hands, he urged her into a quicker rhythmic movement. Every once in a while, she’d rotate her hips in a circle, taking complete joy in Conor’s groans of pleasure.
She could feel the pressure, the warmth of the building climax. “I’m close,” she crooned. “So close.”
“Damn. You’re so fucking sexy. So beautiful.” Conor leaned back, which moved his hips forward. He reached a hand between her thighs, tweaking her swollen clitoris with flicks of his thumb. The stimulation nearly sent her over the edge. His voice was rough and throaty. “I want to watch your face as you come. I want to see the moment you let go. Let go for me, Anna.”
She cried out as his words triggered her orgasm. A staggering shudder ran through her. Conor moaned as his own climax took hold. He gripped her tightly, kissing her, groping her, and loving her as he spent the last of his seed.
“Oh Jesus, Conor,” Anna said when she finally caught her breath. “You know how to show a girl a good time.”
“I’m just getting started, darling.” He opened the truck door and kissed her softly. His eyes softened at the corners. A satisfied smile played on his lips. “Like I told you, I have plans.”
“Oh yeah?” She smiled. A nap sounded like a good idea.
“Yes.” He nipped her chin. “First we eat.” He kissed her cheek. “Then we make love. Again.” He grinned. “Only this time, not so quick.” He gave her lower lip a gentle tug between his teeth. Conor scooted out of the driver seat, holding Anna wrapped around his waist as he stepped onto the grass. He set her down. “Then we run and hunt.”
“In that order?” The idea of going on a hunt shook her from the languid afterglow of good sex.
Conor laughed. “Yep.” He took a medium blue cooler from the back of the truck. He’d arranged this romantic getaway, and she would let him take the lead.
She looked around. This was a private location on the tribe’s large plot of land on the Ozark Mountain range, not the large area of dens where they managed the cull. This clearing was smaller with only three concrete lairs and one outer building.
When Conor began to shed the rest of his clothes, Anna stopped caring about the location.Rawr. The man looked great in jeans and a tight T-shirt, but he looked even better out of them. Not even the smattering of hair could hide the carved angles and grooves in his wide, muscular chest. He leaned over to shove his pants down to his feet, and Anna took in a sharp breath. His ass was sheer perfection. Rounded and firmly muscled. It made her want to grab ahold with both hands.
“You enjoying the scenery?” Conor asked, his cock, already hard and thick again, and pointed in her direction like a divining rod. His mouth quirked into a lopsided grin.
“Hell, yes,” Anna replied. “Best view on the mountain.” Lycanosapiens were comfortable with nudity, and she’d swiftly learned during her culling that most members of the tribe never wore clothes when they visited the dens. While the nudity had nothing to do with sexual intention, Anna couldn’t look at Conor—clothes or no clothes—and not want to jump his very large bone.
“I beg to differ, darling.” He took her in his arms and buried his face in her thick hair. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said again. He hooked his arm around her waist then palmed her butt cheek and squeezed. “Curves in all the right places.”
“I love how you love me.” She pressed her body against his, thinking she had to be the luckiest woman alive. “All of me.”
