Summer Cursed

“Does he?” He shrugged. “Everyone is entitled to their own opinion.”

“Do you have any idea why he’d think that?” I toyed with the waistband of his pants.

With his eyes on my hand, he grunted. “No, I don’t.” He raised his eyes to mine. “Is this really what you’d like to talk about?” He squeezed my ass and held me against him.

“No. Just don’t fuck me over,” I said, slipping my hand into his pants.

He crushed his mouth to mine and tore my shirt open. He pulled out of the kiss to run his eyes over my body. A low growl came from him as he cupped one breast in his hand and lowered his face to lick my nipple.

A jolt of pleasure hit me, and my hand tightened on his shaft, moving over it as he lowered his hand to my inner thigh. It tickled a little as he lightly trailed his fingers up to my center. He growled again when his fingers found me wet and ready for him.

I groaned when he pulled away, forcing me to release my hold on him. He grabbed me by the knees and pushed my legs open as far as they’d go, taking in what he’d revealed. “Damn, Ember—”

“Call me Red.”

His eyes snapped to mine. “Oh? You like it now, do you?” He inserted a finger, moving it inside me and rubbing my clit with his thumb as he spoke. “Tell me you like it.”

“I like it. Yes,” I cried, nearing the edge. I ground my hips against his hand while I covered my breasts with my own. I peered at him from under heavy lids. “I want to touch you.”

He shook his head, holding my gaze as he repositioned himself with his face between my legs just as I’d imagined. “May I?” he asked.

“Yes, please.”

He ran his tongue over me, lingering at my opening before swirling it around my clit. The sensation made me buck my hips, bringing me even closer to him. His beard scratched my inner thighs, adding to the pleasure.

Men, including Isaac, had gone down on me, but it was never like this. Never this intense or exciting. I yelped when he hooked his arms under my thighs to hold me tightly against his devilishly sexy mouth.

When the sensation was too much, I tried to pull away, but he held me still, torturing me with the pleasure of it until I came so hard, I screamed.

Eyes on mine, he licked me clean before kissing his way up my body until his lips covered mine. My scent was all over him, it mixed with his woodsy musk and his arousal, making the combination intoxicating. Gripping his arms, I flipped us over, pinning him to the mattress with my body.

I licked the spot just under his ear then nipped at it. He moaned as I ran my tongue over his neck to his chest, his nipples then down his torso. I lowered his pants to reveal his erection. “Damn,” I breathed when I looked at it.

There it stood, tall and proud, waiting for me to have my way with it.

I leaned over and licked the tip, earning a low growl from him. Teasing him, I ran my hand up his inner thigh before moving it to cover the length of him. I watched his eyes as I lowered myself between his legs.

I licked his shaft to wet it, then wrapped my hand around the base as I slid my mouth over his head. I ran my tongue around it a few times before moving my mouth and hand together in a rhythm that had his hands fisting in the sheets. On a deep, long moan, his hips twitched upward, urging me on.

“Red,” he growled when I gripped him tighter and moved faster. His breath quickened and as he neared release, he slid his hands into my hair, holding me tightly as I brought him over the edge.

Locking eyes with him, I licked my lips as I crawled up the bed to settle my head under his chin as we caressed each other. His hand moved over my tattoo, sending a shiver through me.

“May I?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said shifting and pulling my hair aside so he could see it.

“This isn’t your pack’s mark.”

“Nope. It’s my mark.”

“My, my, Red, you’re quite the rebel,” he said. “The hawk’s eyes match yours. You included the Autumn eye in your tattoo?”

“I did. It’s a part of me, so I figured I’d honor it… Even if we did hate each other for the first twenty-three years of my life.”

He traced the hawk with his finger before pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

“I never hated you,” he said as I settled back into his embrace.