Page 27 of Wrong Number, Right Gray Wolf

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STEPHEN

Clyde tiptoed into the bedroom with a finger to his lips.

“Is Posy asleep?” I mouthed, and he nodded as he pulled his sweatshirt over his head.

“So the rest of the night is ours.”

“Gosh, I wonder what we can do with all that time.” I smirked, and Clyde made a face.

“Hey, smirks are mine.”

I got up on my knees and kissed his lips. “Sorry, you can’t claim all smirks forever more.”

He shoved me back on the mattress and hovered over me. “Maybe. I did claim you, though.”

Pulling him closer so my mouth was against his ear, I whispered, “You can claim me again and again.”

My mate kissed the base of my throat and mumbled, “You’re right.”

He wriggled my PJ pants down just a tad, revealing the tip of my arousal. “And you’re more than ready. I like that.”

“For you, babe.”

But instead of taking me in his mouth, he tapped my hips, and I lifted them, allowing him to remove my PJ pants. His tongue slid around his lips, and my heart almost skipped a beat. My mate was so damned sexy.

Lowering his head, he licked from the base of my length to the tip where he stuck his tongue in the slit. Goosebumps trailed over my thighs, and I pressed his face against my crotch and wriggled my hips.

He shimmied lower to my feet and planted kisses on my ankles. I shivered and giggled as my toes curled before he’d reached my knee. Making his way up my calf, he licked and kissed the back of my knee, and I writhed on the bed, unable to keep still.

He moved higher, nipping the flesh on my inner thighs until I was close to coming.

“Ahhhh gods, you’re so good, babe.”

He lifted his head and stared at me as ran his tongue around his lips again. “You taste so good, but I want to savor more of you.”

Clyde nudged my cock with his chin as he nestled between my thighs.

Putting a finger under his chin, I tilted his head. “You’re going to have to do more than that.”

“And I intend to.” He flicked the tip before taking it in his mouth and lapped at it as he would an ice cream cone. I moaned and told him I approved while raking my nails over his scalp and winding a chunk of hair between my fingers.

“Don’t stop,” I panted as he grazed over me with his teeth.

He gripped my cock with one hand and pumped, sliding his palm over the shaft to the head and back.

“Keep doing that, please,” I told him, wanting to prolong the slow burn that was building at the base of my spine.

“I intend to.” He was mumbling with a mouthful of cock.

With me still in his mouth, he tipped me on my side, and slid his hand over my ass until he reached my hole. Oh gods, was he going to finger me? I was so ready for him.

His fingertip circled my hole, teasing but not pushing in. Gods, I wanted this, but I wanted my mouth full of him even more.

“Get naked, babe.” I fumbled with his sweatpants, but my arms weren’t long enough. “I need to see your cock.”

He yanked them off, and I twirled my fingers in the air. “Turn around so I can suck you too.”