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much, chère , that moon makes sure you’re doin’ plenty of your own dreamin’.”
As he slid down her body, anticipation had her stilling.
“Mmmm.” He laughed. “You smell delicious. I’ve wanted to do this ever since I scented you running.” He turned his mouth against the soft skin of her belly. “When you run from a predator, chère , we give chase.”
“What happens when you catch up?” she teased.
His tongue followed his mouth, tracing a wickedly damp path along the curve of her stomach. She wriggled before she could stop herself, and his husky chuckle filled her ears. He wasn’t a man who laughed a lot. She knew that instinctively.
“You get what you have comin’ to you,” he promised roughly.
Her lashes drifted shut. This world was sensuously dark and private. Just the cabin and the man and the bayou night, where all her late-night fantasies came to life. All too soon, she’d wake up and this would all be over.
“No,” he growled. “Don’ leave me, chère . You think about this.”
He parted her legs apart in one bold, uncompromising move. His shoulders pinned her thighs wide, opening her up for him. Preventing her from shutting him out again. “You liked it when my brother licked your sweet pussy, didn’t you?” He growled the words against the top of her mound, and she wanted to whimper.
God. She had let him do that. What had been even sexier, though, was knowing Rafer was holding her. Watching. An anchor in that storm of unexpected pleasure.
His fingers parted her. Brazen and bold, he wouldn’t let her hide from the raw sensations he coaxed from her body.
“Let’s see if you like this as much.” His tongue dragged through the saturated folds of her sex, and at that shocking touch, a raw, keening cry left her lips.
She’d always been quiet in bed. Now she didn’t recognize the sounds she was making. Primitive and animalistic, her cries almost drowned out the man’s savage growl of enjoyment as his mouth closed over her folds. Licking and tasting. Taking. Her hands slid into his hair, holding on.
His teeth nipped delicately at the swollen flesh, and bright sensation streaked through her. She was coming apart. Surely it wasn’t possible to be this aroused.
“Do you?”
“Do I what?” she gasped. Oh, God, she needed him to touch her. To do something to ease the ache burning her up from the inside out.
“Do you like this?” That wicked tongue found her clit. Stroked until she arched up into the gentle pull of his mouth.
Her fingers curled into the sheet. When he finally stopped, she groaned at the loss.
“You have to tell me, chère . You give me the words now,” he demanded.
She was on fire, unable to hold back the orgasm rolling over her, consuming her. The soft brush of his fingers against her clit sent her over the edge. “Yes,” she bit out. “Damn you, yes. Do it more.”
Dark satisfaction filled his voice. “You like bein’ naughty, chère .”
“Yes,” she admitted. “With you.”
~*~
He’d make this good for her. She’d chosen him as her mate, and everything Rafer had learned from centuries of fucking and watching—all that skill—was for her now. His Lark. The greedy arch of her body, the breathy whimpers she couldn’t hold back, those were music to his ears. She wanted this. She wanted him , trusted him to give her only the pleasure and never the pain. Somehow, he’d lost himself in her body, lost himself in her.
She tasted impossibly good, each lick of her drenched pussy a sugary treat. Lust roared through him as he parted the soaked folds. His . He rubbed his tongue against her, marking her so the entire Pack would know the truth, finding and circling a spot that had her gasping. She spread her thighs wider, and even that soft brush of her bare skin against his was an erotic thrill. His mate was open and wet. She’d come for him, had let the waves take her and ride her.
Now, he wanted to ride her.
She came apart beneath
As he slid down her body, anticipation had her stilling.
“Mmmm.” He laughed. “You smell delicious. I’ve wanted to do this ever since I scented you running.” He turned his mouth against the soft skin of her belly. “When you run from a predator, chère , we give chase.”
“What happens when you catch up?” she teased.
His tongue followed his mouth, tracing a wickedly damp path along the curve of her stomach. She wriggled before she could stop herself, and his husky chuckle filled her ears. He wasn’t a man who laughed a lot. She knew that instinctively.
“You get what you have comin’ to you,” he promised roughly.
Her lashes drifted shut. This world was sensuously dark and private. Just the cabin and the man and the bayou night, where all her late-night fantasies came to life. All too soon, she’d wake up and this would all be over.
“No,” he growled. “Don’ leave me, chère . You think about this.”
He parted her legs apart in one bold, uncompromising move. His shoulders pinned her thighs wide, opening her up for him. Preventing her from shutting him out again. “You liked it when my brother licked your sweet pussy, didn’t you?” He growled the words against the top of her mound, and she wanted to whimper.
God. She had let him do that. What had been even sexier, though, was knowing Rafer was holding her. Watching. An anchor in that storm of unexpected pleasure.
His fingers parted her. Brazen and bold, he wouldn’t let her hide from the raw sensations he coaxed from her body.
“Let’s see if you like this as much.” His tongue dragged through the saturated folds of her sex, and at that shocking touch, a raw, keening cry left her lips.
She’d always been quiet in bed. Now she didn’t recognize the sounds she was making. Primitive and animalistic, her cries almost drowned out the man’s savage growl of enjoyment as his mouth closed over her folds. Licking and tasting. Taking. Her hands slid into his hair, holding on.
His teeth nipped delicately at the swollen flesh, and bright sensation streaked through her. She was coming apart. Surely it wasn’t possible to be this aroused.
“Do you?”
“Do I what?” she gasped. Oh, God, she needed him to touch her. To do something to ease the ache burning her up from the inside out.
“Do you like this?” That wicked tongue found her clit. Stroked until she arched up into the gentle pull of his mouth.
Her fingers curled into the sheet. When he finally stopped, she groaned at the loss.
“You have to tell me, chère . You give me the words now,” he demanded.
She was on fire, unable to hold back the orgasm rolling over her, consuming her. The soft brush of his fingers against her clit sent her over the edge. “Yes,” she bit out. “Damn you, yes. Do it more.”
Dark satisfaction filled his voice. “You like bein’ naughty, chère .”
“Yes,” she admitted. “With you.”
~*~
He’d make this good for her. She’d chosen him as her mate, and everything Rafer had learned from centuries of fucking and watching—all that skill—was for her now. His Lark. The greedy arch of her body, the breathy whimpers she couldn’t hold back, those were music to his ears. She wanted this. She wanted him , trusted him to give her only the pleasure and never the pain. Somehow, he’d lost himself in her body, lost himself in her.
She tasted impossibly good, each lick of her drenched pussy a sugary treat. Lust roared through him as he parted the soaked folds. His . He rubbed his tongue against her, marking her so the entire Pack would know the truth, finding and circling a spot that had her gasping. She spread her thighs wider, and even that soft brush of her bare skin against his was an erotic thrill. His mate was open and wet. She’d come for him, had let the waves take her and ride her.
Now, he wanted to ride her.
She came apart beneath
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