Lure of Oblivion (The Mercury Pack 3)

Gwen caught his lip with her teeth, not biting but holding it captive. She slowly pulled back, letting his lip slide between her teeth. Hey, she liked to play too. A growl rumbled out of him, and his fingers bit into her ass. Then he was kissing her again. There was nothing sweet or gentle about it this time. Awesome. She sifted her fingers through his hair, raking his scalp with her nails, as she kissed him back. His hands seemed to be everywhere, driving her insane.

Releasing her mouth with a nip to her lower lip, Zander moved to stand behind her, admiring the sleek line of her back and her perfect ass. Like last night when he’d kissed her, his wolf had withdrawn, but he wasn’t growling any objections.

Pressing his front to her back, Zander roughly fisted her damp hair and snatched her head back. Her soft gasp shot to his cock, which was already full and heavy. He put his mouth to her ear. “Who’s my baby?”

Gwen swallowed. His hot breath on her ear gave her the chills.

“Who, Gwen?”

“Me.” She shivered at his low growl of approval.

“That’s right. And do you know what I want my baby to do?” He closed his hand possessively around her breast and thumbed her nipple. “I want her to come for me.”

Well, Gwen was sure it wouldn’t take much for that to happen. She’d always had a quick trigger, and she was already wet and aching.

He let her hair slide through his fingers and released her breast. “On the bed.” Zander watched as she walked to the bed and then smoothly slid onto the mattress. “That’s my girl.” Crossing to her, he leaned his upper body over her, planting his fists on either side of her head. “I told you I’d have you under me tonight.”

She licked her lower lip. “So you did.”

Zander noticed that she hadn’t spread her thighs. She wasn’t submitting just yet. Good. He liked a little defiance.

He found his eyes drawn to the bite on her neck, felt his cock throb at the mere sight of it. His eyes dropped farther, drinking in the sight of her breasts. “So pretty.”

Gwen sighed happily as he licked and sucked at her nipple, sending little electric jolts to her pussy. She slid her hands over the solid bulk of his shoulders, luxuriating in the attention he lavished on her breasts . . . until she felt the edge of his teeth. “No marking this time.”

He cupped one breast. “But I like biting down on this soft skin.”

“Then just don’t bite too hard.” She moaned as he sucked her nipple back into his mouth and then flicked it with his tongue. He pinched her other nipple, and she hissed at the double assault, digging her nails into his shoulders through his shirt.

“Harder.”

Knowing his skin was tougher than hers, she gave him what he wanted and dug her nails in harder. He thrust his cock against her folds, bumping her clit. Fuck, that was good. She didn’t mind the friction from the denim of his jeans. She did mind that his teeth grazed her nipple again. “Teeth,” she reprimanded.

Zander licked his way to the side of her breast. Pinning her gaze with his, he bit down hard. She jerked, hissing. He swirled his tongue over the mark to soothe it. “I told you that you’d be my toy.”

She might have balked a little at the word “toy,” but he’d said it softly and with . . . affection. A possessive affection. Instead of making her feel disrespected or degraded, the word gave her a thrill.

Straightening, Zander stepped back a little. “I want to see how wet you are. Show me.” She slowly opened her legs, and her scent flooded his lungs. “My baby has such a pretty pussy.” Pink and plump and slick. “I knew you would.”

Gwen swallowed at the hungry, possessive look on his face. He stared at her pussy like he wanted to own it. Like he wanted to ram his cock inside her and stay there. Awesome. Sounded good to her.

He tapped her thigh. “Wider.”

She arched an imperious brow at his order. “If you want me to spread them wider, you’ll have to work for it.”

Taking that as the challenge it was, Zander roughly thrust a finger inside her, gratified by her strangled moan. “You’re dripping wet.” Because of him. All that cream was for him. And though his wolf stayed back, he also released a self-satisfied growl.

Zander began to thrust his finger in and out of her. Fuck, she was so hot and tight, and he couldn’t wait to feel her stretching around his cock. But she wasn’t ready to take him yet.

He sank another finger inside her, gritting his teeth as her pussy fluttered. He fucked her with his fingers, loving the breathy little moans she made, loving the way she tilted her hips for him, giving him perfect access.

Her hands fisted the sheets, and her eyes—those big, blue, beguiling eyes—never left his. It was so fucking intimate. Should have made him uncomfortable. It didn’t. That wild look right there on her face—that was his. If he ever saw her look at another male like that, he’d kill him.

Hooking his fingers, Zander thrust harder. Faster. Her moans deepened, became little pleas for release. And when he pressed down on her clit with his thumb, she came. Her pussy and thighs clenched, and she let out a choked cry that almost had Zander coming in his jeans. “That’s my baby.”

He wasn’t sure if she even knew she’d spread her thighs wider for him, but he took advantage. Crouching, he pulled her toward him so that her ass was hanging over the edge of the bed. Just as he’d imagined himself doing a dozen times since he’d first seen them, he hooked her perfect legs over his shoulders. “Yeah, this is what I want.”

He slowly parted her folds with his thumbs, watching her glistening pussy quiver. Need roared inside him. Need for her. Need for her taste on his tongue.

With a growl, he fell forward and lapped at her pussy. Fuck, she tasted as good as she smelled. He sipped from her, drowned in her, all the while digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass. Every soft moan spurred him on and fed his own desperate need to come.

He lashed her clit with his tongue, felt her hips jerk. He sank his tongue inside her, drank from her, fluttered his tongue along her walls just to drive her insane. “You’re going to come for me again, Gwen. Hard.” He stabbed his tongue deep. Again. And again. And again. Until, finally, she gave him what he wanted.

Breathing hard, Gwen watched as Zander got to his feet and deftly shed his clothes, revealing a body that was all solid muscle, sleek skin, and buzzed with raw animal energy. She bet she could bounce a brick on those abs.