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TWENTY-ONE
My back landednear the bottom of the mattress, my ass hanging off the bed. Zed’s tongue slowly stroked up the middle of me, and the sensation was so hot, so new, I lost it.
Cries escaped me as I shattered, and his tongue continued sliding over me, dragging out the orgasm as long as he could.
I was breathing ridiculously hard when I came down from the high, and he was still tasting me, slowly exploring me with his tongue.
He tossed one of my legs over his shoulder, changing the angle and stretching me out a bit. His teeth scraped my core, and I couldn’t stop my hips from bucking a bit, rubbing me against his face.
His tongue and teeth worked me faster, sucking and scraping and making me crazy. I rocked against his face as he dragged out my pleasure, building tension in my body once again.
He slipped a finger inside me, and I lost it with a hoarse cry, my body contracting around him. His snarl of approval and the way he continued working me only made it hotter, and more intense.
I was panting as he dragged his finger out, slowly working his lips down the middle of my thigh.
My body was exhausted, and throbbing, but I knew Zed wasn’t feeling anywhere near as good as I was—and I wanted him to feel just as good as me.
He settled down on the bed beside me, pulling me into his arms and growling, “You’re so damn sexy.”
My back was to his chest, his erection against my ass. Not ready to call it quits, I slid a leg over the top of his thigh, and angled myself a bit, lining him up with me like he had in the bath tub, but at a different angle.
We both groaned as he slid inside me, and his fingers gripped my hip hard.
“Fuuuuck,” he hissed. “This was about you.”
“I want you,” I moaned, rocking a bit to slide him in deeper.
We both groaned when he hit the end of me, fully sheathed inside me.
“Touch my clit,” I breathed, my head tucking back against his neck, in that crook between his chin and chest.
“Shit,” he gritted out, his hand finding my core. “I love having your ass against me like this.”
“I know,” I laughed a bit, breathless. “It’s so different.”
“Shit, Beautiful, you’ve got to stop that,” He growled at me, his fingers rubbing me harder as I rocked against him.
I paused, giving him a minute, and fighting every bit of the pulsing need that screamed for me to keep moving, to keep going. He was so damned huge inside me, my back to his chest, his hand moving on my core.
“Stop,” I breathed to him, fighting the need that demanded I make him keep going. I wanted to drag out the moment a minute—to just feel everything. Him inside me, behind me. Touching me. Engulfing me. Claiming me.
And me, claiming him. Holding him. Giving him pleasure, and making him feel things he’d never felt with anyone before.
Mine.
He was mine.
The thought was enough to make my hips rock again.
Everything was intense—the relationship, the mating, the wolf thing, and shit, the sex—but it didn’t scare me. Not the way we were doing it, or the way Zed treated me.
I lost myself to the moment. Pleasure cut through me, making me cry out so loudly it was nearly a scream. Zed groaned, his hips rocking against mine too, dragging out the intense orgasm as he soaked my insides.
We were both panting as we came down from the high, our bodies still merged and neither of us in a hurry to move.
“Damn, June,” he mumbled against my neck.
“Yeah,” I agreed, chest heaving as I breathed.
