she heard it whimper at her smell of fear. Dante. She knew it was him by his scent so she didn’t push him away, but she did watch him very closely to make sure there was no funny business.
The second pass of his tongue across her sensitive flesh had her forgetting the delicacies in her hand, focusing on the heat and liquid pooling between her thighs. She shivered as his wolfs tongue became more aggressive cleaning her wound; with each pass of his rough appendage she could feel her wound tingling with healing.
Her core tightened releasing her woman’s fluid becoming swollen with need. He inhaled sharply obviously scenting her arousal. Instinctively she opened for him while closing her eyes and revelling in all of the wonderful delights surrounding her; cinnamon buns, Dante and a warm wet tongue.
Dante’s wolf was dying to claim her; when he finished cleaning her wound he began to indulge in a body inspection to make sure she was alright and nothing else needed tending. From the honey smell of her arousal he did have more to tend. He shifted back to his human form and continued to explore her with his hands, eyes and tongue.
“Hmm, closer Dante, I need to feel you where I ache.”
Dante knew she was no longer in her sugar bear coma so he went for it. Licking his way up her leg until he reached her inner thigh where he placed a gentle kiss. He lingered nuzzling and breathing her in. She allowed no more delays when she shifted placing her core in his face. Licking around the opening of her channel he teased her and was relieved when her hips began lifting and lowering; he dove in licking her from her opening to her tiny pleasure bud. At her gasp he inserted a finger in the vacant channel calling to him, filling her as he stroked her clit with his tongue; enjoying her small gasps and moans.
When he inserted a second finger and began stretching her to take him, she came undone spilling her honey into his mouth and screaming his name. He didn’t know what came over him, before he knew what was happening his jaw had elongated and he’d sunk his sharp canine teeth into her upper thigh, where it met her groin. She was screaming again and her warm wet channel was gripping his fingers like a vice. She was still contracting when he rose up to his knees and led his erection to her welcome heat. In one deep thrust he was in her to the hilt and she was squeezing him so tight that he knew he wouldn’t last.
Three short strokes later he was coming, his wolf once again made an appearance biting her where her shoulder met her neck. He savoured the taste of her blood sliding into his mouth, coating his tongue. Her flavor was an aphrodisiac he knew he could get drunk on; hell, he already craved it.
Dante’s last thought before he pulled her off the chair and onto the floor to cuddle was, fuck, I’m in some serious trouble.
* * * *
Bailey couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Dante was doing a great job of cleaning Katarina’s wound while she was preoccupied with her pastries; when, bam, all of a sudden the smell of arousal crowded the room. It was so strong Bailey’s beast wanted to reclaim its mate. Shit, they’re fated. She watched with Paul at her back to make sure that the bear was suppressed enough that she wouldn’t attack.
When Dante first claimed Katarina by piercing her flesh Bailey was astounded and more than a little aroused herself; she could feel Dante’s excitement through their twin bond. Paul was behind her, clearly picking up her mood, and placed his teeth along his claiming mark to show his willingness. She shivered knowing what would happen next; anticipating the pleasure. Paul ran his hand lightly over her upper arm and soundlessly pulled her back against his growing erection.
Paul’s words were husky when he made his offer. “Let’s go home, love. Let them get…acquainted; he looks safe to me. I’ll rub your back.” He
The second pass of his tongue across her sensitive flesh had her forgetting the delicacies in her hand, focusing on the heat and liquid pooling between her thighs. She shivered as his wolfs tongue became more aggressive cleaning her wound; with each pass of his rough appendage she could feel her wound tingling with healing.
Her core tightened releasing her woman’s fluid becoming swollen with need. He inhaled sharply obviously scenting her arousal. Instinctively she opened for him while closing her eyes and revelling in all of the wonderful delights surrounding her; cinnamon buns, Dante and a warm wet tongue.
Dante’s wolf was dying to claim her; when he finished cleaning her wound he began to indulge in a body inspection to make sure she was alright and nothing else needed tending. From the honey smell of her arousal he did have more to tend. He shifted back to his human form and continued to explore her with his hands, eyes and tongue.
“Hmm, closer Dante, I need to feel you where I ache.”
Dante knew she was no longer in her sugar bear coma so he went for it. Licking his way up her leg until he reached her inner thigh where he placed a gentle kiss. He lingered nuzzling and breathing her in. She allowed no more delays when she shifted placing her core in his face. Licking around the opening of her channel he teased her and was relieved when her hips began lifting and lowering; he dove in licking her from her opening to her tiny pleasure bud. At her gasp he inserted a finger in the vacant channel calling to him, filling her as he stroked her clit with his tongue; enjoying her small gasps and moans.
When he inserted a second finger and began stretching her to take him, she came undone spilling her honey into his mouth and screaming his name. He didn’t know what came over him, before he knew what was happening his jaw had elongated and he’d sunk his sharp canine teeth into her upper thigh, where it met her groin. She was screaming again and her warm wet channel was gripping his fingers like a vice. She was still contracting when he rose up to his knees and led his erection to her welcome heat. In one deep thrust he was in her to the hilt and she was squeezing him so tight that he knew he wouldn’t last.
Three short strokes later he was coming, his wolf once again made an appearance biting her where her shoulder met her neck. He savoured the taste of her blood sliding into his mouth, coating his tongue. Her flavor was an aphrodisiac he knew he could get drunk on; hell, he already craved it.
Dante’s last thought before he pulled her off the chair and onto the floor to cuddle was, fuck, I’m in some serious trouble.
* * * *
Bailey couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Dante was doing a great job of cleaning Katarina’s wound while she was preoccupied with her pastries; when, bam, all of a sudden the smell of arousal crowded the room. It was so strong Bailey’s beast wanted to reclaim its mate. Shit, they’re fated. She watched with Paul at her back to make sure that the bear was suppressed enough that she wouldn’t attack.
When Dante first claimed Katarina by piercing her flesh Bailey was astounded and more than a little aroused herself; she could feel Dante’s excitement through their twin bond. Paul was behind her, clearly picking up her mood, and placed his teeth along his claiming mark to show his willingness. She shivered knowing what would happen next; anticipating the pleasure. Paul ran his hand lightly over her upper arm and soundlessly pulled her back against his growing erection.
Paul’s words were husky when he made his offer. “Let’s go home, love. Let them get…acquainted; he looks safe to me. I’ll rub your back.” He
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