Imprints (Dominant Wolves, Submissive Mates 1)

Frank collapsed against the mattress. “That’s my sweet woman. I’ve taught you what I like.”

Fluttering her eyelashes, Carla turned her head from side to side as she slowly lowered her mouth over Frank’s length. She stared at Jock, transmitting silent messages to let him know she fully intended to enjoy his cock when she finished Frank.

Jock’s erection lengthened as she pleasured her other mate. Fisting a handful of hair, Frank came forward with a sudden jerk, forcing her head to move faster and faster.

She made an incredible slurping noise as she consumed Frank’s shaft. Jock sat beside him on the bed, unable to tear his gaze away from the lovely woman he could now claim as his own. There was something tremendously satisfying about the way she moved him, the way he felt compelled to love and protect her.

He couldn’t explain the sensations spiraling through his body or the love swelling in his heart. This woman owned him. She held his soul in the palms of her small hands.

As her lips bowed with Frank’s size, he longed for her in an understandable way. He wanted to sink between her thighs and become a part of her. He needed her arching against him, clawing at his shoulders, and riding him.

Frank shifted his weight and came to an erect position. He flattened his hand atop her head and gazed at her with as much love and lust as Jock felt welling inside him.

“That’s it, woman. Suck. Love me with that hot mouth.”

Jock could only imagine what Frank was feeling then. His eyes were heavy. They were drowning in lust as he rose to his feet.

“Tighten those lips, sweetness. Ah yes, baby. Ah yes.” He threw his body weight forward, pumping his hips faster as he gripped a handful of hair and seemingly dragged her with him regardless of whether he was pulling back or pounding forward.

Her mouth remained committed to a cause, stretching with his size as he poured into her with more stamina than Jock himself would’ve been able to maintain. Frank didn’t take her mouth with tender loving care. He didn’t slow down as his release drew near.

Jock stilled as he waited, realizing he’d caught his breath as her pretty eyes had filled with moisture, the tears seeping from her eyes as Frank claimed her mouth as he would any other part of her body. Hard and fast, his deliberate strokes gave new meaning to their commitment.

He didn’t just fuck her, he assaulted her mouth and she seemed to enjoy herself. Licking and sucking, humming and stretching, she tried everything in her power to draw out his release and sip him straight to the finish.

“Um.” A guttural sound filled the room. “Ah yeah.”

Her cheeks swelled with his size as her throat visibly jerked. She swallowed over and over again.

“That’s right, Carla. Ah yes. There you go, darlin’.”

With flushed skin and perfectly beaded nipples, she finished Frank and smacked her lips, pursuing Jock then as if she thought he would want more of the same.

Instead, he had something entirely different in mind.

Chapter Fourteen

Carla eagerly followed Jock’s directions and stacked blankets where he’d asked her to place them. The lust whipping around her was more intense than she could recall in recent memories. Even compared to their loving the night before, the chemistry between the three had become sensational.

Without speaking to her, Jock had mentally shown her what he held in store. The image created was extraordinary. She saw what he would see—her body stretched across the chopping block, her bottom in front of his groin, and her cheeks spreading with his size.

Reaching under her, Jock stood behind her and fingered her center, drawing her intimate juices from front to back. He moistened the small hole between her cheeks, dipping those strong, masculine digits well beyond the puckered point.

He stretched her until she moaned in delight. Her hips shimmied as he worked the firm finger higher, wiggling back and forth until she couldn’t take much more.

Her instincts drove her and she rubbed her bottom against his hard male flesh, reaching under her body and cupping her breast, pulling at her nipple as she looked on and observed Frank. Now on the bed with his arms tucked behind his head, he seemed totally fixated on the act of watching another man bring his mate pleasure.

Jock’s cock pulsed against her bottom and she felt the pucker between her cheeks flex in anticipation. With outstretched arms, she rose to her elbows, throwing her hips back at the same time in an effort to provoke penetration.

Desire rocked through her body as he withdrew his fingers and quickly impaled her with the head of his penis. Giving her one inch at a time, he pushed the weight of his erection inside her.

His pulsing penis sti

mulated her. He drove her to the brink of an orgasm within the first several strokes.

“Don’t come,” Frank told her.

Jock gripped her hips and plunged inside her, working his hard wedge of masculine flesh from side to side as he ground against her. He released an erotic grunt as he slammed his hips forward and slung her body one way or another, working for his release.