Vic cupped the side of her neck and drew his lips up to her ear. “Oh, you’re noisy?”
Her breath shook as she held onto his wrist to keep him there.
“Good girl. I like when you tell me what you like. You want to be bit?”
“Gently,” she uttered on a breath.
“I can bite you gently.”
Her heart pounded faster, and she rolled her eyes closed as he drew her earlobe between his teeth and sucked.
“Do you know how hard it was to stay off you after that fight?” Vic asked as he slid his hand to her thigh to cup her between her legs. “I wanted to bend you over my truck and take you in front of him. You do not belong to him anymore.”
A wicked smile took her lips. “I know, because I belong to me.”
A dark chuckle filled the cab of the truck. “Sure.”
“Possessive,” she accused him.
“Protective.”
“You barely know me.”
“My wolf does not care about that,” he growled. In the same motion, he unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her into his lap like she didn’t weigh anything at all.
Her knee rested against the door as she straddled his lap and ground against him. It would probably leave a bruise for an hour or so, but she was having trouble caring about little details like that right now.
His erection was stone-hard and felt good between her legs, even with her jeans still on. She rolled her hips against him, and he hit the button to ease his seat back as far as it would go. Without the steering wheel pressing against her ass, she could roll her hips against him more freely.
His hands went to her hips, and he gripped her hard as he dragged her against his dick again. He slid his hands upward and cupped the sides of her breasts, pressed them together and ran his face up her cleavage, scratching her sensitive skin with the stubble on his jaw. It felt so good, she arched her head back and huffed a shaking sigh.
She hugged his shoulders tightly as he bit the inside of her left breast, then her right, and brushed his jaw against her skin there again. Oh, she knew what he was doing. Vic was a man controlled by his instincts. He was going to put his scent all over her tonight. It would be the only thing that would settle his wolf after he’d seen Cian on her.
She loved it.
Lyric wanted to smell like Vic.
The way he moved against her turned her on. It was like a dance, and for once, she felt like she knew what she was doing. He gripped her back, massaging with his strong hands, their bodies crashing against each other.
Lyric reached between them and unfastened her jeans. Getting out of them wasn’t graceful in such a small space, but Vic didn’t seem to care. His hands were so capable as he helped her and then pulled her down onto his lap again.
Her wet sex rested on top of his thick cock, and she gasped as he eased backward far enough to rest the swollen head of it at her entrance. She was soaking already, and so ready for him.
His lips found her throat, and she could feel his teeth graze her skin there with every rough kiss. She was lost in the moment, hands exploring his taut body. His pecs, his abs, his broad shoulders. His muscular neck. She cupped his throat and leaned in, bit him on his neck. The moan that escaped him was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. Oh, she understood now. She understood how he wanted her to make noise to let him know what she liked. They were learning each other’s bodies. He’d just told her he didn’t mind her teeth on him either.
She rolled against him again, and his grip on her waist was getting firmer. He pushed her upward and teased her entrance with shallow thrusts as the head of his cock pushed into her slightly.
“You want it?” he murmured.
“Please,” she whispered desperately.
Vic’s hands were steel on her hips as he pulled her down, and pushed his cock into her. The way he rocked into her was so smooth, and he hit her just right. Three more thrusts and she was already close. Wait, this was happening too fast. “Vic?”
“I’ve got you.”
“Vic?” she panted louder.
“Give it to me,” he gritted out.
