Page 62 of Healing Her Lions


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“Yes.” I wait anxiously, my body ready for him. He nudges my chin up with his knuckle.

“You ready, Sugar?”

“Please,” I whisper.

His finger leaves my chin, gliding down my neck, and hooks the neck of my shirt. His arm bands around my hips. My breath catches as, in one fluid movement, he lays me flat, and his claw tears through my shirt and bra. His mouth latches on my breast as the ruined fabric falls open.

I gasp, his hot tongue laving my nipple. I arch as he pulls, my body colliding with his, my legs widening to fit his hips between them. The minute I get the connection I want, he pulls away.

“No,” I protest.

“Patience,” he chides. He pulls his shirt over his head before his hands reach for my jeans. They are quickly pulled down my legs, and then I have him back.

I shiver when his claw appears again, and he slices through my underwear.

“Logan, I need you,” I whimper.

He dips his head. “What do you call me?” he grumbles, his breath skating over my pussy.

“Handsome,” I say, panting in desire.

“Good girl,” he coos, and then his tongue licks slowly. “I want to eat you. But I want to fuck you more right now.”

I look down my body to see his hand reach for the clasp of his belt. Goosebumps pepper my skin as it jingles. I know my eyes get huge when he palms his cock.

“Jesus,” I moan. Shifters are definitely the way to go. My past relationships do not compare.

“Do you play with yourself, Sugar?” he drawls as he strokes himself.

I can’t tear my eyes away. “Yes,” I answer honestly. “I have several toys at the cottage.” I was not leaving my helping hands behind.

“Really?” He lifts an eyebrow. “We will have to take a look.” He grins. “Do you use your fingers?”

“Sometimes,” I say.

“Do it now,” he commands.

“What?” I ask, but I’m just stalling. I touched myself in front of Las, but it was different. There was a shower door between us. He wasn’t directly in front of me. I think it just took me by surprise.

“Is that something that makes you uncomfortable?” he asks, his hand pausing.

“No,” I say quickly. I take a minute to think about how I would feel. The way he’s watching me as if he wants to worship my body and the need he can’t hide.

“If you want to stop, say it.”

“I don’t want to stop,” I say firmly. I raise my hand and place it on my neck. His focus snaps to it. I caress down my body, gliding lightly.

“Touch your clit,” he demands when I hover over my stomach.

I do. Holy shit. I press. I squirm.

“Handsome,” I whimper.

“Good girl,” he hisses. “You look so fucking beautiful. You're so wet. Show me how you pleasure yourself.”

I slide my finger inside of me. “Fuck,” I close my eyes, lost in the feeling.

“Eyes,” he barks, and they snap open to lock with his. “I always want your eyes.” He gets closer, the tip of his cock almost touching my hand. He whispers over my clit with his thumb of his free hand. “Yes, Sugar. Just like that,” he encourages.

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