Page 205 of The ARC Unit: Breach

I nodded.

He released me, and before I could test whether I had enough sense left to actually listen, his lips were moving down my body, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses over my throat, the hollow at the base, the slope of one breast.

His lips closed around my nipple and sucked. I arched off the desk, my bound hands tugging uselessly against the restraints. He worked one breast, then the other, alternating between sucking and biting until my nipples were stiff and aching and slick with his spit.

“Wolf.” His name came out ragged.

He moved higher, his mouth tracing the line of my collarbone, up the column of my throat, until his breath ghosted over the cheek he had slapped earlier. His lips grazed the spot so lightly I almost thought I imagined it, a fleeting touch that stopped just short of becoming a kiss.

He still hadn’t kissed my mouth, and the small, stupid disappointment had barely registered before his weight lifted away and the heat of him disappeared from above me.

I felt him settle between my legs, his shoulders spreading my thighs wide.

The heat of his breath hovered over my cunt.

“Fuck, Mercer. You’re gorgeous.”

Blindfolded, I felt the scratch of his stubble against the inside of my thigh before two fingers spread me open and his tongue followed in one long, wet stroke.

My hips bucked.

“Tastes like fucking heaven.” He did it again, slower this time, before his voice reached me. “You’re going to lie there and let me eat as much as I fucking want.”

My mind went straight back to the kitchen, to that maddening answer he had given me when I asked why a Rabbit would be my callsign.

Because wolves eat them.

Fuck. He’d been thinking about this even then.

His mouth closed over my clit and sucked. The moan that escaped me felt loud in the small office, and I did not care. He worked me with his tongue in wide circles, then fast flicks, then deep strokes that pushed inside me and made my inner walls clench around nothing.

“Wolf, I-”

His answer was to shove his tongue deeper inside my cunt, curving it upward while his nose pressed against my clit. My thighs trembled around his head. My fingers clenched and unclenched above me.

“So fucking tight.” He pulled back to speak, his voice thick with my arousal. “And that’s just my tongue.”

His fingers replaced it, two of them sliding inside me while his tongue returned to my clit. I could feel him stroking my inner walls, curling against the spot that made my vision spark even behind the blindfold.

“That’s it. Fuck my face.” He pressed deeper with his fingers, scissoring them inside me. “I want to hear it.”

I did as he said, rolling my hips against his mouth, grinding my cunt over his tongue and nose while he ate me like he had been starved for it. The desk creaked. The webbing held my arms above me, keeping my tits pointed toward the ceiling as they bounced with each jerk of my hips.

“Wolf, I’m so close,” I whimpered.

He pulled his mouth away and I made a desperate noise.

“Not yet.”

His hands pushed my thighs up and back, spreading me even wider, and then his tongue moved lower. Past my cunt, over the tender flesh of my perineum, until it reached the tight ring of my ass.

I gasped.

“My other favorite part.” He licked a slow, deliberate circle around my hole.

His tongue pressed flat against my ass and pushed inside. The sensation was filthy and intimate and so shocking that my whole body locked. I felt every ripple of his tongue as he worked me open.

“You taste incredible everywhere, Mercer.” His thumb found my clit and began to rub in slow circles. “And you’re going to come for me just like this. With my tongue in your ass and my hand on your cunt.”