My heart pounds as I try to time my breaths at the fast rhythm he sets.No rules,Cord said before. The way he demands what he wants is as sexy as hell, but it’s dangerous, too. And…I like that he’s in control. But I also love that I can steal some of that control from him, make him groan when he thinks it’s all him.
His cock thickens in my mouth, and he pulls me back for an urgent, deep kiss that leaves me just as breathless. Roughened fingers brush the insides of my thighs, sliding my legs apart for him. I mewl with need, wriggling backward as his thumbs hook into the sides of my panties. Cord pulls them down a little before his gaze slams back into mine, and then he presses his fingers against my pussy. I flush as he discovers just how wet I am from sucking him, and I push my hips up to meet his light touches, needing him to fill me. But he doesn’t, teasing me, swirling his fingers against me, coating my flesh with my juices.
His growl melds with my own sounds as he lowers me back to the blanket, spreading my legs wide with his knees.
“A week with you in my house, finding you in my bed each night, has been beautiful, Lanie. But not as beautiful as hearing your screams echo off my mountains.”
Imoan as he dips his head and flicks his tongue over my clit, teasing the tight bundle of nerves.
“Christ, you’re like a drug. I can’t get enough of you.”
His breath brushes my nub before he latches on. I writhe against the heat of his mouth as he tortures me with nips and faster licks. Pressure builds between my legs as he plays with me, never pushing a finger inside me, just…making a mess of the wetness pooling there.
Humiliation at the ease of my arousal blazes over my cheeks as I tremble, raking my nails across his shoulders. Cord presses one hand flat to my stomach, pinning me down. I buck upward, but he holds me in place, teasing and teasing with his tongue until my thighs arch over his shoulders. I shatter beneath him, nothing more than a whimpering, crying mess.
“So beautiful. I want to see you break for me.”
Cord crawls up my body, wrapping me tight against him, still eking the last pleasure from my flesh with his fingers as I gasp against his chest. My legs ache as I rock gently against his hand, still craving more. My thighs are slick with my fluids and where he’s licked me. It’s dirty and depraved and I want to lie back and let him do it all over again.
He cradles me, trailing kisses over my eyes and cheeks until he reaches my lips. Cord’s mouth settles over mine in slow kisses. I taste myself on his lips, his hand still stroking sweetly between my legs.
“So fucking beautiful. But you can scream louder for me.” He brushes his mouth across my lips and then draws back, as if needing to be sure.
My breaths slow as I writhe in his arms, spreading my legs and open my mouth for him. Cord’s growl as his tongue spears into my mouth is nothing shy of primal. I arch for him, curling one leg around his hip to draw his body over me. Cord fumbles about at one side and then rips the foil packet open with his teeth, rolling the condom over himself.
I follow his hand with mine, sliding my grip along the length ofhim. He groans, curling my fingers around him, working us together in a slow motion. His breaths come faster as he breaks the kiss, his gaze sharp and intense. I gasp at the need in his eyes, demanding everything as he claims me.
Cord presses hard on my hip as he pushes my thighs wide with his knees. I open for him, gripping his shoulders tight. Everything melds into a whirlwind. Too fast, not fast enough. I scrape my nails across his shoulders, urging him closer as nerves take over. Cord settles between my legs, teasing us both with the head of his cock until his gaze locks with mine. Then he pushes deep, hard and fast. My slick aids him, but the stretch and the sensation overload do exactly what he wants?—
I scream.
Pleasure slams into me in overstimulation as Cord bottoms out and sets a hard, fast pace as my orgasm breaks, ripped from me without buildup. The effect is beautiful and painful at once, and from the frenzied look in his eyes, he knows exactly what he’s doing because he doesn’t stop—and neither does my orgasm.
One tsunami of pleasure rolls into the next, taking me from crest to crest where I can’t breathe, can barely scream, but I do anyway. My throat is raw and I hear my voice from a great distance as I dig my nails into his back. Cord pounds into my body, relentless, like his kiss. I taste his sweat, the remnants of the first orgasm he gave me, so sweet and easy before he set me on this express path to frenzied rapture. Cord cages me in against him, groaning into my hair.
My world narrows to only him, my screams melding with his roar as he thickens, filling me to breaking point. Sweat pools between us as I scrabble at his shoulders, knowing that this wave, this last peak, will obliterate both of us. My hips work frantically as his gaze locks tight to mine.
“Look at me, Lanie.” That same commanding tone he’s used before.
My eyelids are heavy and the order is the hardest to follow as I tumble beneath the next onslaught of pleasure. His hand catchesmy chin, sapphire eyes flawless as he looms over me before he seats himself deep with a last roar I swear shakes the mountains themselves.
Then he holds me, and I let go.
And the echoes of my name on his lips meld with my screams, calling back to me.
TWELVE
CORD
Aces and Eights
Lanie curls in my arms, her breaths slowing to small puffs against my chest. I pull my jacket over her and then, when the temperature plummets, unfold the collection of blankets I brought with us for tonight. Her heartbeat slows while my ass freezes. After a few minutes of perfect peace, I give up.
“Get dressed, babe. It’s getting cold.” I kiss the tip of her nose, the taste of her still in my mouth. Fuck, just thinking about her taste, I’m half-hard again.
“I’m not cold,” she murmurs into my chest, a lie, as she presses deeper.
I laugh, stroking her glorious hair. “No, but I am. A wolf is gonna think I’m a popsicle soon.”
