“I thought you’d have had enough after last night.” Her voice was low and smokey and the sound of it made lust shoot straight through him.
“I can never have enough of you,” he replied. “Never.”
Sliding down the length of his torso, she settled in between his legs, taking his shaft into her hand and pumping him once. Twice. A third time made his eyes roll back in his head, his thigh muscles twitching. A warm wet sensation covered his cock and the groan that left his throat sounded more wolf than human. His hips pumped involuntarily, driving his length into her mouth.
“Jesus, Liv,” he ground out from between his gritted teeth. “I won’t last if you keep going. And where the fuck did you learnnnn—”
And then, like a fifteen-year-old kid, he was coming, his cock kicking inside the warm wet recesses of her mouth. Squeezing his eyes shut, he threw his head back into the pillow and rode out the high. When he finally came down, he sucked in a hiss and jerked as she cleaned him up, swiping her tongue along every inch of exposed skin. His breathing was still hard but he managed to look down the length of his body to find her with flushed cheeks and a grin that promised more was to come.
Olivia could still taste him in her mouth and she wanted more. He wiggled his fingers at her, urging her to come back up. She climbed the length of his body, settling her weight just to the side of him.
“You are amazing,” he murmured and she flushed with pride. King was it for her and the thought of not being with him made her heart hurt.
“You know I don’t want to be with anyone else, right?”
He hugged her more tightly. “Yes. And the same goes for me, Livvy.”
Gently, she ran the pads of her fingers over his chest. “I want to mate with you, King. I want you to mark me as yours so every male will know I’m taken.”
He swept his hands over her arms. “I want that too.”
She sat up, propping herself up on her elbow. “So let’s do it.” He shook his head and her heart fell into the pit of her stomach. “Why not?”
He stroked her face, ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “I’m only doing this once and I want to do it right. I will mate you, Olivia, but not before I ask your father for permission.”
A bubble of laughter escaped her throat and she threw her hand over her mouth. “Seriously?”
He shrugged. “Seriously. Your father and I have always had a good relationship. I’m not afraid of him like most of the males in this pack are.”
She snorted, then leaned down to kiss him slowly, feeling the spark of arousal flicker into existence once more. She wondered if it would always be this way, to have this passion. And as she stared into his green eyes, she knew the answer was yes.
Always.
About Lauren
Born in South Africa and raised in Sydney, Lauren Dawes is an urban fantasy/paranormal romance author. In 2009, she quit her full-time Teaching English as a Second Language job to finally begin writing “that book”, letting her over-active imagination pour out onto the digital pages. She currently lives with her husband and daughter in whatever city the army happens to post them.
Visit her at www.authorlaurendawes.com
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