I didn’t have the chance to process what was about to happen before his lips crashed against mine. Right away, I parted my lips for him, losing myself to the pleasure of his hot tongue as it tangled with my own.
A moan escaped me, and he pressed the length of his body against mine. Oh, he was ready for me all right. The hard length of him pushed against my stomach, and I squirmed with anticipation—no longer interested in hiding how much I wanted him.
My fingers tangled in his wet hair, and pushed his mouth more tightly against mine. His hands trailed my back, squeezing, caressing, touching me everywhere. They trailed to my ass, and I raked my nails across his back as he squeezed and pressed me against his body. The hard length of him pulsed against my abdomen, and I wanted him with tangible desperation.
Our kiss grew fervent, crazed, as if we were starving in a desolate wilderness, and only connecting with each other could save us. His fingers tangled in my long, wet strands of hair, and he gave a gentle tug, eliciting a prolonged groan from me, enough to make me wonder if any of his wolves could hear us, and then rapidly deciding I didn’t give a flying fuck.
He tilted my face upward, exposing my neck. His lips traveled along my jaw and then to the curve of my collarbone, where he licked the length of it. When he suckled my earlobe, I panted.
“Now.”
Yeah, I didn’t care if my desperation was blatant. Ineededhim, and if he made me wait any longer I was liable to implode.
He chuckled hoarsely, a sound both playful and coy. “Not yet, my little fox.”
I growled, pushing my fingers back into his hair, and shoved his mouth against mine. This time, he was the one to moan, the one whose tongue danced against mine.
Cupping my ass, he pressed me closer against his hardness, pulsing against my heated flesh, and I understood that waiting was just as difficult for him.
Then why...?
Oh.
His tongue slid across my lips, and he dragged it down my chin, across my neck, and in between my breasts, where he stopped. The man was trying to kill me, obviously.
But then his eyes met mine, already hooded and dreamy, and I knew I soon wouldn’t mind waiting for him. His feral look promised pure pleasure, and this man knew how to deliver it, I remembered. I’d likely never forget.
He flicked his tongue over one hard nipple, then immediately traveled to the other breast, where his tongue swirled around it. When he sucked the bud into his mouth, my legs wobbled. Immediately, his hands wrapped around my lower back to hold me up. I softened in his hold and he returned to the other nipple, lapping at it first, before pulling it into the heat of his mouth. I was pretty sure my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I was putty already, and I only wanted more.
He nudged me against the wall, pressing me back slowly, guiding me with his hands, his mouth back on my own. My lips opened to him like a blossom. I was beyond wanting to guide him to do anything. I wanted whatever he was willing to give.
I squirmed, trying to push myself against him again.
“Hmm, not yet,” he whispered. “You taste too good.”
“I…” But who knew what I’d been about to say? Not me.
He lowered to his knees and I looked down at him, my mind a fog. My gaze skirted his strong shoulders, chiseled chest, and stomach dusted with dark hair, signaling the promised land.
But then his fingers squeezed my breasts, sensitive from the pregnancy, and I couldn’t focus on him anymore, only on what he was doing. His fingers slid across my wet nipples. It was too fast at first, too much pleasure all at once. I danced, pressing my legs together, sending pressure to my heated core. Then I started to really like the speed, and I wondered if I might orgasm from this sensation alone.
Every time he flicked my nipples, a ping of pure arousal shot through my body, and settled between my legs. I was whimpering, groaning, and moaning. If there was a wolf left in this house, they could hear me.
Brock didn’t seem to mind. In fact, I suspected he liked it. He liked his wolves knowing how well he could pleasure his woman.
His woman.No, I couldn’t let myself go there. That was the road to hurt. I was just his baby mama… with benefits.
But hadn’t he told me I was his?Yeah, Evie, as in a member of his pack. Get it together.
Yeah, getting it together wasn’t going to happen. I was coming undone.
And that was before...
“Oh, holy hell,” I murmured, and he chuckled, but didn’t say a word. His mouth was busy.
He kissed across the apex of my thighs, and I licked my lips greedily, probably looking like a deranged woman and not caring a bit. When he brought both hands down to guide my legs apart, I was only too eager to comply.
Dipping the fingers of one hand into his mouth, he watched me as he sucked on them, making me whimper. He moved the wet fingers of that hand up to my nipples, where they glided across my tender flesh. And I lost my mind.
