Page 10 of Patrick: The Wolves

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She kissed him.

It wasn’t reserved like it had been in the tavern with people around; it was like a spark that started a wildfire, and it was roaring inside her. He slid his hands up her back, tilting his hips up, so she could feel the ridge of his erection against the seam of her jeans. Her body electrified, her skin prickling, she broke from the kiss with a gusty sigh.

He kissed her throat, his blunt teeth dragging down her skin. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“It’s not enough.”

He held her close and rose to his feet. She locked her ankles at his back and lifted herself up a little higher on him, kissing his cheek and his jaw, as he carried her back to his bedroom.

Their clothes disappeared in a flurry of flying fabric, and then the sexiest guy she’d ever seen in her life kissed his way down the center of her body, his eyes practically glowing with his wolf, and closed his lips over her clit.

Her body didn’t just light up with the first flick of his tongue over her sensitive bud, she felt like she’d been plugged in. Every nerve ending came to life as he held her against his mouth with his hands curled over her hips, and sucked and licked her clit like it was his favorite piece of candy.

When he slipped his hand to her pussy and pushed a finger into her heat, she closed her eyes and gripped the bedding as he drove her right to the edge of the fastest climax she’d ever had in her life.

When he added a second finger, plunging them in and out, his tongue flicking rapidly over her clit, she exploded on a sharp cry that made her voice crack.

She grabbed the pillow under her head and tilted her hips as he licked circles around her clit, delving his tongue down to her pussy with a throaty growl.

She gasped as cool air hit her, her toes curling as he kissed his way back until he reached her breasts. He grinned devilishly at her, playing with her nipples with his fingers and his mouth, seeming to know exactly what she liked without even having to say a word.

She felt his cock against her thigh and she reached for it.

Her fingers curled around his thick length, and she rubbed her thumb over the head. He snarled, her nipple held gently between his teeth, then he sucked it into his mouth and her body rioted.

How did this feel so good?

“More,” she said, giving a gentle tug to his cock. “I want all of you, Trick.”

He let go of her nipple, finding her lips and kissing her, his hips nudging her thighs open. He held himself over her with one hand, grasping his cock with the other. The kiss broke when she tossed back her head as the first inch of him, thick and hard, slid into her.

Something feral and ancient cried out inside her.

She didn’t know what it was, but she liked it.

She cupped his face and hooked her leg over his hip, pulling him forward. He grinned at her and pushed in fully, thrusting forward the last bit until their bodies were tightly wed. They both sighed and stared at each other, him hovering over her, arms tense and eyes nearly entirely amber, and then he growled softly.

His hips pulled back and she let her gaze slip down as she lifted her head to watch him pull out and then thrust back in.

She’d never seen anything so erotic in her life.

Every inch of her felt covered by him, and she liked it.

She cupped the back of his head and met his intense gaze. Then she hooked her other leg over his hip and crossed her ankles at the small of his back.

He thrust in.

Pulled out.

Thrust in. Then grabbed the headboard, his muscles tense and the wood groaning with his grip. He moved so fast, was fucking her so hard, that all she could do was hold on as the center of her body went hot and liquid.

She planted her feet on the mattress and lifted her lower body, and when she did, each thrust of his cock into her sent a riot of sensations through her. She grabbed onto his shoulders, feeling the flex of his muscles and hearing his wolf growling.

“Oh yes,” she said, pushing her head back into the pillow. She could only smell him, only see him, onlyfeelhim. And nothing had ever felt as good as Trick.

“Mine,” he snarled in a deep voice. “Cassidy.”

“Yes!” She liked that. Liked themineand the way he said her name, like it was his favorite word, and she was his favorite person.