mind.
“When we went to the mall to get you and Cole stuff for college, you picked up some sheets just like that, but none of us could afford it. I want to give you everything you ever dreamed of having. And I can.”
She looked into his eyes. Chocolate mixed with green. She loved that color. Her heart beat a little faster. The voice inside her begged to be closer to him. The soft feminine voice wanted to be near his wolf, to feel his power, to let him protect them. But the part of her brain that still thought of everything in human terms knew it couldn’t work that way. He had to protect himself first and foremost. If something happened to him, she wouldn’t make it, but if something happened to her, he’d be strong for his pack and survive.
”Surviving isn’t living.” His lips crushed down on hers.
His mouth on hers was all that mattered. His tongue slipped between her lips to tangle with hers. She opened, letting him take control of the lip-bruising kiss.
He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, his tongue running ever so gently across it before he nibbled once. She moaned, and then he stroked the roof of her mouth. She went limp, her mind stopped working, and all she could do was give herself over to the man she’d been in love with since she was a child—her wolf. The tingle of the touch shot lust through her body to pool heat between her legs.
She struggled to breathe. Pulling away from him, she gulped in air. His mark flared red, crimson red. Intrigued, she pressed her lips to it.
“Oh shit.” His body leaned away from her. His foot caught on the rug, and he fell backward onto the couch with her nearly on top of him.
She smiled. The beast in her screamed to straddle him and ride him hard. The her part happened to be thinking the same thing. His warm skin quaked under her palms. Her legs straddled his, the harsh denim from his jeans rubbed roughly against her bare legs. But the jean-clad hard-on pressing up to her pussy had her burning with desire.
But she wasn’t done exploring his mark. She rubbed her body across his as she leaned down to his neck. He sucked in a breath. Hands gripped her waist roughly. The mark so red, so beautiful begged to be tasted.
“Jesus, she’s gonna kill me. I’m going to explode in my fucking pants. Oh god, why didn’t I tell her in high school? Oh shit.”
She grinded against him. “Because you were a fool. Just think if you’d told me in high school, we could have been doing this for years. I would have even gone with you to Romania. We wouldn’t have had to wait.”
“Babe, shit. I can’t hold back.” He grunted.
She winked at him. Her hand slipped between them, and catching his zipper with her fingers, she dragged it over his hard-on.
“Babe?” Panic and lust rolled off of him.
“Lie still. I may have to pay for hitting you with the book, but you have to pay for kidnapping me.” She pulled his dick from his jeans. The zipper touched the tender skin. “It’s going to hurt, but I think you’ll forget about the pain soon enough.”
His eyes went huge. He grabbed her wrists, trying to stop her, but she already had his thick throbbing cock ready.
“Your mom’s here. I don’t really want her to see me fucking you.”
Sidda pulled her underwear to the side, pushing her body against his. She slid her wet pussy over his cock. He clenched his teeth and grasped her waist to try and hold her still.
“You won’t be fucking me. I’ll be fucking you.” She pushed his cock inside her. The complete ecstasy of having him deep inside caused her head to roll back, and she closed her eyes.
His cock stretched and filled her. Fingers felt good, but his cock was a hundred times better. Below her he growled. She opened her eyes to see him biting his lower lip. His eyes were closed, but his mind wasn’t.
“Bite, mark. No, can’t. Oh shit, need.”
Her beast ached to have his teeth on her, biting her. She balked at first. But the urge to have him doing
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