I gasped as he cupped them, his mouth descending to circle one nipple with his tongue before sucking gently. Pleasure shot straight to my core, and I arched into him, moaning as my head fell back.
“Eyes on me, kitten,” he commanded softly, trailing his fingers down my stomach to hook into my panties. “And lift for me.”
I obeyed, raising my hips as he slid them off, leaving me completely exposed. Nervous flutters danced in my belly. This was all new and overwhelming, but his gaze was pure adoration mixed with hunger.
“Don’t be scared, kitten,” he soothed, settling between my thighs. “I’ll take care of you. Always.”
He kissed my breath away before trailing his mouth down my neck, nipping lightly at my collarbone. His hands kneaded my breasts while his teeth grazed a nipple just enough to sting sweetly, marking me with small bites that made my lynx purr.
Lower still, he kissed my stomach, nipping under my navel before spreading my thighs wider. His thumbs parted me, and he licked a slow path from top to bottom, sinking his tongue inside my core.
“Oh yes,” I cried, my fingers tangling in his shaggy hair as my legs wrapped around his shoulders instinctively.
He devoured me ruthlessly—licking and sucking until stars burst behind my eyes. But he didn’t stop there. He slid one thick finger inside, and I clenched around him.
“Need you ready for me, kitten,” he rasped, adding a second finger while circling my clit with his tongue.
The stretch burned deliciously, building pressure until I shattered again, coming hard with a cry that echoed off the stone walls. “Booker! Yes! Oh yes!”
“That’s it, kitten. Come for me,” he murmured against my damp flesh while eating me through my second release.
When my shudders subsided, he kissed up my body and settled between my legs, his dick nudging my soaked entrance.
“You ready for me?” he asked
“Yes, please,” I begged, my nails digging into his back.
He held himself at my entrance, sliding the head through my drenched lower lips before pressing in slowly. Tight heat enveloped him inch by inch, and he dropped his forehead to mine, breathing ragged.
“You feel so good, kitten.”
I whimpered as he stretched me farther, hitting my barrier. A fierce possessiveness flared in his gaze. “All mine. Every inch of you, inside and out.”
“Yes,” I gasped, giving my hips a tiny wiggle.
With a gentle kiss, he thrust forward, breaking through in one swift motion. Pain flared, and a tear slipped down my cheek.
He stilled completely, licking the dampness away tenderly. “Breathe, kitten. I've got you.”
The pain faded slowly, replaced by fullness and need. When I rocked experimentally against him again, he groaned.
“Move, please,” I whispered.
“Thank fuck,” he growled, starting with slow strokes, one hand lifting my thigh around his waist as he kissed me deeply.
His pace built as I met him thrust for thrust, my nails scoring his back and my lynx urging him deeper.
“Come again for me, kitten,” he demanded, his thumb circling my clit.
Pleasure coiled tight and snapped, my body clenching around him in waves. “So close.”
That spurred him on, and he hammered into me harder. “One day soon, I’m gonna fill you deep and put my pup in your belly so the world knows who you belong to.”
The words sent me over again, and he followed with a roar, spilling hot inside me, claiming my body and soul. We collapsed, tangled together with him still hard and deep inside me.
His mouth trailed down my neck until his teeth brushed the place where his mark would go. My entire body arched, heat rolling over me again. My lynx purred so loudly I felt it in my bones.
Booker’s breath hitched. His wolf surged so hard that I felt the ripple of it through his muscles.
