Page 139 of Plug and Drain

He tasted like…cherries, or something fragrant and exotic. Not like alcohol like she’d once imagined. She’d found out he was drinking heavily that week, but she couldn’t detect it on him now.

His lips were soft and seeking, but his kiss was hard and full of passion.

She moaned against his mouth, and as her lips parted, his tongue flicked across her lips before delving inside her mouth.

His tongue danced across hers, and tingling sensations rippled through her like heated water. She relaxed in his embrace, barely able to stand as her legs grew weak. If Arken hadn’t held her upright, she would have sunk to the ground in a heap.

He kissed her, and he kissed….

Slow.

Deep.

Hard, but tender. Like he was claiming her.

He pulled her closer, their bodies flush. The broad solid planes of his chest pushed against her breasts, and the hard prominence of his erection pressed against her thigh.

Another kiss.

And another—this one at the corner of her mouth, like the kiss that had confused her that first night.

A nibble against her jawline. A trail of kisses down her neck as his fingers slid up the line of her back.

And then his lips were hot on hers, his mouth opening, his tongue sliding in.

Susie’s mind disintegrated into floating fragments of frosted ice and hot steam, until there was nothing left but a pool of contentment. If she were a cat, she would have been purring, and she was not too proud to admit that.

She gripped the thick muscles between Arken’s shoulders and neck, arching her body to get closer and lifting one leg as if he were a mountain she could climb. The move put her off balance, but she didn’t worry about toppling over. She knew Arken would not let her fall.

He seemed to hold her up with apparent ease, one muscled arm braced against her back like iron, the other stroking patterns along her waist, gliding steadily lower until he suddenly grasped her ass. He was firm and possessive as he kneaded first one cheek, then the other.

In a daring move, she bit his lip in the middle of a kiss. Arken drew back with a gasp. She took advantage of his surprise and lunged for his neck, planting several open-mouthed kisses on the expanse of his neck above his collar.

Heady passion lingered in the air.

She’d wanted to kiss him there, she realised. His scent was strongest here—not just his cologne, but the essence of him. Raw strength and warmth, as comforting as a fireside hearth.

She rubbed up against him, her thigh sliding against his rigid cock. Arken’s body jerked, and he groaned.

Susie froze. She had not expected such a strong reaction. Smiling to herself, she returned to kissing his neck, slower this time, pausing between each kiss to gauge his response.

Low, masculine sounds rumbled from his throat, and Susie moved away slightly to reach down and grasp his thick member through his trousers. She felt a thrill as she enclosed her fingers around his girth. He was thick and heavy, the generous bulge stretching the crotch of his pants taut. Another groan, and she smirked, stroking him as much as the fabric allowed.

Yes, yes, yes. She needed him. Wanted him inside of her. Urgently. Gripping his shaft firmly, she tugged along his length until her fist travelled over the head of his cock.

Arken’s knees buckled, and they almost went down.

Susie laughed as Arken’s hands seized her shoulders to steady them both. She pumped him again, and he snarled in a way that made the wolf in her proud.

She gave a low, satisfied giggle and tugged on him again for good measure. Arken looked as if he was ready to pounce on her and take her then and there. Her clit spasmed at the thought, and she was conscious of how wet she was.

If only Arken wasn’t holding back.

But he was at his tipping point.

And she was ready to push him.

They faced off, both panting heavily. Their gazes locked, and Susie ran her thumb over the tip of his cock with a sly smile. Arken’s bewildered expression turned ravenous.