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“Fuuuuck,” Boone moaned when she licked his length, tracing the thick vein on the underside. “Baby, please.”
She grinned. “Begging already, handsome? I’ve barely started.”
“Your mouth,” Boone said with a low growl. “Give me your mouth.” His eyes were bright jade, and his fangs were out, and his pupils flipped rapidly from round to slits.
She slid her mouth over his dick, cleaning away the precum with her tongue before sucking on the sensitive head. Boone’s hands slid into her hair, and when he applied gentle pressure, she took more of him, taking a deep breath and relaxing her throat.
He was thick and long, too long for her to deep throat completely, but she could take nearly all of him and the strangled growl that erupted from his throat and how his hands tightened in her hair filled her with pride and pleasure.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Boone chanted, his hips thrusting forward as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard. She withdrew, took a deep breath, and slid his cock back into her mouth, the head slipping down her throat as she held herself there until her lungs screamed for oxygen and then pulled back to gasp in some air.
She fisted the base of him with firm strokes as she set a hard and fast pace of sucking, dragging her tongue over Boone’s hard, hot flesh. He was doing a mixture of purring, growling, and moaning that soaked her panties. She wanted to touch herself, wanted to rub her clit and find her own pleasure, but she ignored her need. She wanted to concentrate on Boone, wanted to make him lose control.
“Little lamb,” Boone rasped above her. “Oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna come if you don’t stop. Can you stop? Baby, you gotta stop, you… Oh fuck!”
Instead of stopping, she sucked harder at his plea, her hand stroking and squeezing, her lips a tight seal around his perfect, hot flesh. His hands tightened painfully in her hair, his back arched, and he came in her mouth with a growling roar that echoed in the room.
She swallowed everything he gave her and then licked him clean as he shook above her, his hands tight against her skull and a combination of purring and trilling escaping his chest with every heaving breath he took.
She leaned back, smiling up at him. “You taste delicious, Boone.”
He growled, his eyes glowing bright jade and his fangs gleaming in the faint light from the lamp.
“Little lamb.” His voice was a growling soft purr in the silence.
She gasped when Boone slid his hands under her arms, picked her up from the bed, and tossed her on her back in the middle of it.
“Holy fuck,” she said. “You just picked me up.”
She sounded completely stunned, but honestly, she was. She wasn’t a small woman, and while she loved her body, it wasn’t like previous boyfriends were clamoring to carry her around. She dated a cheetah shifter once who’d carried her to the bedroom on a particularly romantic Valentine’s Day, but it was obvious it’d been a real workout for him. She’d been tempted to tell him to put her down halfway through the journey, worried of an imminent heart attack based on the redness of his face and the vein throbbing in his forehead.
“Boone, how freaking strong are you?” she asked.
Boone growled deep in his throat and ignored her question, the look on his face one of feral need. She made a squeal of surprise when his nails turned to sharp claws, and he sliced her panties right off her body.
“Boone!”
He pulled off her panties, and she watched, desire coiling deep in her belly when he pressed the wet cotton gusset to his nose and inhaled deeply. He growled again, grinning at her like the predator he was as he dropped her panties and shoved her thighs apart.
“You,” his voice was low and thick, “smell so fucking good, little lamb.”
“Boone,” she whispered, her voice and her legs shaking as he traced his claws down the soft skin of her inner thighs.
He glanced at her, more beast than man, and her body trembled harder in response. Had she ever seen a man look at her with such desperate, feral desire?
“Need to taste your sweet pussy,” he growled. “Need you on my tongue.”
“Oh fuck,” she breathed out as he buried his face into her pussy. His fangs scraped against her wet pussy lips, and she arched, her hands clutching at his head as he licked from her entrance to her clit.
“Such a pretty cunt,” he growled against her.
He stiffened his tongue and fucked her with it. She cried his name, her thighs tightening around his head. His claws had returned to normal nails, and he shoved her legs apart, holding her open with his hard hands as he feasted on her pussy. His tongue was warm and wet, fucking her, licking her, driving her crazy with desire.
“Boone, please!” she cried out.
“My sweet lamb wants to come, doesn’t she?” Boone growled before giving her clit a slow torturous lick.
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes.”
