“Raegan,” I playfully scold her, “have you marked the page?
She looks up at me sheepishly. “I might have re-read it,” she admits. “Twice.”
“Welp, third time’s the charm.” I yank her carefully back down onto the bed and she squeals. I make sure her head isproperly supported by the pillows before laying on my stomach between her thighs, then wait patiently for her to start reading. “Go on then.”
“Jamie, this is weird.”
“No, it’s not. Don’t overthink it. Just read it as if you’re reading it to yourself, only I’ll be acting it out. It’ll be a 4D experience.”
I glance up to see she’s giving me the most deadpan you’re-an-idiot expression I’ve ever seen, and I can’t help but laugh. But then she lets out a sigh and settles back into position.
She starts to read. “‘His tongue stroked languid lines along my folds’,ugh, gross. I don’t like that word.”
“Raegan.”
“Okay, okay. ‘I shuddered at the feel of him gliding through my wetness. His eyes peered up at me, starving, as if the taste of me was so good, he would never be able to fully satiate himself.’”
I’m trying my hardest not to laugh, because I can hear the cringe in her tone, but when I finally press a kiss to her clit, her hips jerk slightly. “Keep going.”
She obeys, reading through the next paragraph with more confidence as I start to press harder against her clit with my tongue. When I slide a finger inside her, her breath hitches between the words. I stroke slowly with my tongue while I start to pump in and out of her, eventually adding another finger. She’s starting to fidget, and I know she wants to move faster, harder, so I pick up the pace with my fingers, slamming my knuckles against her opening as I suck on her delicate bundle of nerves.
She lets out a small cry, and I feel the book she’s holding fall against the top of my head. She definitely isn’t reading anymore, and by what I can tell, she isn’t stressing anymore either.
I pound my fist into her slick heat, my fingers hitting the spot I know she wants. Her cry turns into a long and downright pornographic moan. Without looking, I reach above my head and toss the book to the floor, leaving room for me to find the curve of her breasts. I run my thumb over her hardened nipple just as I lift my head and switch my entire focus to the relentless thrusts of my hand. She’s dripping around my fingers, and I’m moving so fast I almost slip out of rhythm a few times, but then I see her mouth fall open, signaling the start of her climb to climax.
My muscles are starting to cramp, but I don’t let up. I follow through until she’s writhing and crying out. When it’s too much, she grabs my hand and pulls it away, so I stop, placing gentle kisses along her pelvis instead.
“Jamie.”
“Yes.”
“I-I can’t feel my legs.”
I chuckle. “Lemon, we’re just getting started.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
RAEGAN
The muscles in my legs are spent. I feel used in the best possible way. But now I’m afraid I might have asked for too much. I’ve never enjoyed foreplay with other partners. Most guys just spend a few seconds down there thinking their goal is just for me to be wet enough to slide their dick in. Honestly, I haven’t minded skipping to the home run. Getting it over quickly made sense when I didn’t experience the same type of orgasm I could give myself.
But holy shit.
Jamie has coaxed more earth-shattering orgasms from me in the past two weeks than I’ve ever been able to accomplish with my vibrator, much less another man. I almost don’t want to continue to the next part, because if he’s able to destroy me with his dick the way he just did with his fingers, I might not survive it.
He looks velvety soft and delightfully hard. When he catches me staring, he grabs himself and tugs lightly, and I try to imagine what the precum dripping from his tip would taste like. I want to watch him lose all inhibitions from my touch just ashe’s managed to unwind me so easily. But I’m still unsure about the process of this mate bond.
I don’t know much about werewolf anatomy, but Jamie’s penis definitely does not look like any I’ve seen before. The base is slightly swollen and looks a little painful.
“Are you alright?”
He stills, and in a less confident tone says, “I’m okay. It’s what I was trying to tell you about before. It only happens with werewolves when they mate.”
“What happens?”
He strokes himself absentmindedly again, and I’m starting to think it might actually be uncomfortable for him.
“If I cum inside you,” he explains, “the base will swell and lock me inside you.” His eyes go wide when he registers the look of panic on my face. “But only for a few minutes,” he promises. “Then it’ll start to go down.”
