Chapter Nine
“ARE YOU SURE?” she asked. “Your eyes are so blue. Are you in control of your wolf? He won’t bite?”
“Yes,” he rasped. “He’s here. But he knows turning you could kill you and he’d never want that. Kiss me, Cait.”
He cupped her face gently and lowered his mouth to hers, but didn’t touch. Instead, he hovered there, letting her choose.
She sealed her lips to his. He pressed against her mouth harder, and she gasped at how good it was. When his tongue brushed against hers, flames ignited inside her.
His hands were busy moving, lifting his shirt.
He pulled away long enough to peel it over his head before merging his mouth with hers again.
He rotated slightly, pushed his jeans down his legs, kicked off his shoes.
Then his hands were right there on her clothes, and she was helping him, unsnapping her jeans, kicking off her shoes, unbuttoning her blouse and shoving it over her shoulders.
He huffed a breath as he leaned back to look at her boobs, spilling over her thin lace bra.
His palms hovered over her breasts and she could feel the warmth of him on her skin.
Just as she was about to arch her back to thrust them into his touch, his fingers came around her back and unclasped her bra, sliding it off her body.
And did she feel exposed? Not at all. It felt perfectly natural and titillating and she couldn’t wait to explore everything that felt good with him.
“I want to lick you everywhere,” he growled. “Your neck. Your nipples. Your pussy.”
Those wonderful warm hands cupped her breasts and she melted. He massaged her reverently, so at odds with his dirty talk earlier, and she loved both sides of him.
He continued to kiss her as his thumbs stroked over her nipples and God, she was wet, so wet. She could feel her slickness between her thighs. He leaned her backward and his monstrous cock was right there, pressing against her belly. She rocked against it and sighed.
His hand delved between her legs and his finger brushed up her slit.
“Fuck. So wet. So ready,” he muttered, bringing it up to his mouth to suck. It was so erotic, watching him suck her taste from his fingers. Then he leaned down and licked her neck, right over the mark. Licked it, sucked it, kissed it, it felt warm and alive. Then he came back up to kiss her mouth.
“It worked. Can’t smell the mark anymore. Just my scent is covering you. If you want, we can stop. Just cuddle—”
“Don’t you dare!” she snarled.
He chuckled and moved down her neck to the center of her throat, where he licked a line straight down her body, until he got to the spot right between her boobs.
He turned and sucked the tip of her right breast into his mouth.
Warm, wet heat exploded from the spot and she basked in the pulling feel of his suck before he turned his attention to the left and kissed her other nipple, then gave it the same lavish attention.
And gosh, her breasts were so sensitive, she thought she could probably come from this alone.
But then the sexy man released her nipple with a pop, moved back to the front of her chest and continued licking and nibbling the line in the center of her body straight south.
She started to squirm when he reached her belly button because his face was so close to her aching sex, but he didn’t even give her time to pause.
He just kissed her there, right over it, and then pressed his face into the trimmed landing strip.
He inhaled deeply, like he couldn’t get enough of her scent, and then used his hands to spread her legs up and open, gently bending her at the knees and spreading her into frog position.
Before she could squawk at the awkwardness or anything, he continued to lick the trailing line right down her seam.
And gah! The sensation. The warmth, the explosion of feeling.
The tip of his tongue delved between her sensitive pussy lips and her hips bucked uncontrollably.
He used his shoulder to keep her left thigh in place, kept her right thigh in place with his right hand, and then brought his left hand up to press down on her pubic bone, holding her still for the onslaught of his mouth.
And boy, he was relentless. He ate her like he was starved for her, licking and sucking and toying with her clit until she was coming, exploding on his tongue when he snaked it inside and used his thumb to press on that sensitive bundle of nerves.
Her orgasm ricocheted, exploding from deep within her passage, connecting to where his hand pressed down on her mound, from the clit under his thumb, and spreading throughout her entire body.
God, this woman was beautiful when she came.
Her skin glowed and her cheeks flushed pink as she quivered, thrashing in the throes of her orgasm. Her taste still tingled on his tongue and his cock was rock-hard like a fucking steel rod.
She had the prettiest little pussy he’d ever seen. Eating it had been a treat, but he wanted to plow into it, to slice through the swollen flesh smooth as butter. She would envelop him, he’d bet. Cushion his cock and make him fight to withdraw from the pillowy slickness.
“Can you do my wolf a favor?” he gritted. “I’d like to face you when we come. But if you would let me first take you from behind—”
Sexy Cait rolled over smoothly and came up on all fours, angling that sweet, heart-shaped ass toward him. God, he could see her pretty cunt lips peeking out from between those smooth thighs, all swollen and delectable.
“Like this?” She wiggled her ass slightly.
His heart pounded against his ribs. “Exactly like that, beautiful. Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he muttered. “Perfect, heart-shaped ass. Pretty little pussy, sweet as a peach.”
“Pleased as a peach,” she corrected. “Now slide inside. Give me your wolf.”
Blood pounded through his veins. He leaned the tip of his cock at her entrance and it looked perfect there, butted up against her fleshy lips. His cock was angry and red, dripping precum from the tip. He smeared it up her seam, but that just mingled their fluids together.
Fuck, if he wasn’t going to survive this.
Slowly he pushed in and it was just like he expected. He could feel her throbbing all around him, pulsing. He gripped her hips with clawed fingers, probably too hard but she didn’t complain. Instead, she angled back and met his thrust, until he was buried so deep it felt like he belonged.
Inside, his wolf howled with pleasure, begged him to go faster, to give them relief.
He pulled out, and bucked right into her again, yanking her hips back onto his stiff rod. Every inch of her felt like heaven. He thrust faster, heard her breath catch, felt her heartrate speed.
In the mirror across the room, her tits were jiggling with his thrusts and God, his hips plowing into her were wild and erratic. Just animalistic.
His balls tingled, wanting to spew at the sight.
He pulled out and refused to sink back in, left her pussy splayed open, and roughly tapped her ass. “Turn over,” he growled, his voice was nearly unrecognizable.
She flipped over onto her back and her legs opened wide, presenting him with that tight hole he’d claimed.
God, he’d pull out of her when he came and look at her just like this, but he’d see her creamy pussy, spilling his cum all out of her sex, unable to hold it in.
This time when he sank into her, she looked up into his face and she looked so beautiful, so eager for his cock, his touch, his kiss.
“I can’t get enough of you. The wolf can’t get enough.”
“Then you’ll just have to fuck me all night, right? Share me between you?”
Fucking. Perfect. Mate. She understood exactly. Two beings were equally enamored over this tiny, perfect human. Instead of letting them fight over her, she was teaching him and his wolf to bind. To share.
His wet cock slid into her tight sheath, and her heat wrapped around him. Her cunt was throbbing and her eyes were heavy lidded, her lips flushed and glistening.
“You ready to come again?” he growled, recognizing the gorgeous, sultry look.
“As soon as you start fucking me like the wolf,” she said.
His hips bucked, in and out of her, animalistic like he’d been when they were doggy-style. When she exploded, screaming out his name, when her pussy gripped his erection and pulsed her pleasure around it, he let himself explode, pumping stream after stream of hot release into her.
And when she was sated and full, her breasts heaving as she sucked in air and rode down from her high, he did what he promised to himself and his wolf.
He pulled out of her spent body and watched the cum leak from her ravaged little pussy.
Once wasn’t enough. Once would never be enough.
He dragged his thumb through the mess and tried to push it back inside, but that just turned them both on again.
And filthy being that he was, he wanted to lick her clean.
The wolf wanted to lick her clean.
God, he hoped she’d be agreeable to that. Once was never going to be enough.
“Good morning,” she whispered. She was so gorgeous, her hair fluffy and messy, her eyes sleepy and her lips full from being kissed.
“Morning, beautiful.” He leaned over, kissed her neck, right over where Rhett’s mark had been.
Oh, underneath there was still the faint scent.
But that didn’t matter anymore. Not to his wolf.
As far as his beast was concerned, she was their mate.
They’d claimed her and they’d overpowered an alpha male’s stench.
They’d fucked every hole, and her gorgeous lips wrapped around his swollen cock had been a dream come true.
His wolf was happy because they’d basically stolen her from another’s possession.
But now he held her tenderly.
“You ready for another breakfast with your sister?”
Did he want her all to himself? Yeah, and he wouldn’t deny he was selfish. But he saw the way her eyes lit up and it pleased him—and his wolf—to bring her this happiness in her growing relationship with Penny.