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She threw back her head. “Yes, yes, yes!”
His fingers dug into the curves of her backside, heightening all the sensations. He broke the kiss to command, “Look at me. Meet my eyes as I eat you up.”
When she locked gazes with this god of a male, he began delving at her core. “Feels so good!” He moved higher to flick her bud with his tongue, and she jolted as if he’d found a bared nerve. “Ahhh!”
Between licks, he murmured, “Sweetest lips and clit. Never get enough of this.” He raised his hand to stroke her at the same time, wedging one finger inside.
Her channel greedily clamped it. “Wolf!” The fullness within made her moan.
He inhaled sharply and thrust that finger. “This—is—mine,” he said with a harder thrust. “You are all mine. I’m going to claim you soon.” He tongued her, playing with her slickness, copulating her till she was about to burst.
Shed of all inhibition, she petted her breasts and pinched the tips.
He groaned anew. “Admit that you belong to me.”
Belong? Such a loaded word.
“Tell me, or I’ll leave you like this. Aching. All drenched and empty.” He nipped her thigh, reminding her of what he was.
“Fine! I belong to you!” She gripped his hair harder, earning a firmer lick.
“Good, because I sure as hell belong to you. Would battle the entire godsdamned world for you.”
Emotion only magnified her arousal. “Munro . . .” Yet as she neared the very edge, he slowed his play, keeping her in an agony of dripping wet lust. “You devil wolf, I can’t take much more!”
“You will. If I can, you can.” With his free hand, he gave himself a stroke.
She imagined him replacing his finger with that rigid shaft. Every cell in her body craved it. “Put it inside me.”
“Gods! You crave my claim? My marking?”
“Anything! Everything. Please!”
“I canna claim you yet, but I’ll give you what you need.” He pumped his finger faster. Then he took her bud between his lips to suck—
A cry burst from her lungs. “Release me!”
He growled as he consumed her. The vibrations against her sodden flesh pushed her over the precipice.
“YES!” She tightened her hold on his hair, yanking his head while wantonly undulating for more. More. More! On and on, pulsations gripped her until she sobbed his name in surrender. . . .
FORTY-ONE
Everything I can do no’ to spend!
Each taste of his female’s climax put Munro into a frenzy. As he wrung her body of its orgasm, the muscles at the base of his spine clenched and his ballocks tightened.
This crucible of agony and pleasure was altering him forever, obliterating everything he thought he knew about sex. Can never go back . . . can never lose her.
With a last shudder, she pushed against his head, and he reluctantly ended his kiss. Resting his cheek against her flat belly, he licked his lips for more of her honey.
She reached for his face, tugging him to meet her gaze. The bliss in her lambent eyes made his heart punch his chest. Voice throaty, she said, “Your turn.”
He somehow made it to his feet. “No’ possible.”
“What do you mean?” Her gaze drifted over his heaving chest and rocking hips. “Of course it is.” She knelt before him, eyeing his cock like a woman starved for it.
“I’m so close. Fear losing control.” When her breaths feathered over the wet head, he involuntarily bucked for more, and the tip glazed her lips. “Gods. Sorry.”
Her tongue dabbed them, and she smiled.
“Fuuuuuck.”
“You said you fantasized about my lips closing around the crown. I can do that. Suckle a little. Lick it.”
Suckle. Lick. His blood was on fire! He shuddered when her silken palm gripped his shaft.
“I’ve seen villagers doing this behind the tents, and I want to experience it.”
“You watched?” His length surged in her hand. “Little voyeur.”
“I watched and I wanted.” She gave him a heart-stopping stroke. “Now it’s my turn.”
“I have no’ spent my seed in a good long while. At the verra least, I will come a flood between these beautiful lips.” He rubbed his thumb over the bottom one.
“Isn’t that the plan?” Another stroke. “I’m hungry for you.”
“Kereny!” He scented her renewed arousal and wondered what in the hell he’d done to get this lucky.
“In this very cave, you promised me you’d give me anything my body desires, any secret fantasy. I’ve asked for two things. Are you going to deny me again, or are you going to give me what I want?”
When she puts it like that . . . He dipped his thumb into her mouth.
She drew it deeper, her cheeks hollowing. He was a werewolf in his element, towering over a vulnerable mortal, and yet he felt helpless before her.
The look in her eyes told him she’d figured that out—and that she liked her newfound power. At this point, she could demand anything from him, and he’d deliver it. Golden Fleece? Yours. A queen’s ransom? Done. Mortality? I’ll be your human male if you just give me this.
