“Rand,” I warbled. I was trying to catch my breath, get my mind to focus, but he was making it impossible.
“How quick are you going to come for me this time, Red?” He lowered his head and slid his tongue between my nether lips, parting them and tracing around the insides.
I arched up, my hands flailing until they caught his head. “Ohhh-oh, Rand!” I shoved my fingers through his hair and tugged, pulling him against my core. He found my clit and suctioned his lips over it, sucking.
I quivered. Gasped.
He slid one finger inside me. Then another.
“Oh my God, please,” I begged.
He pumped his fingers, still thrashing my clit with his tongue. When he shifted to stroking the inside wall of my channel, I jerked, my knees squeezing around his ears. No one had ever hit that spot before. It felt so good. Hedonistic pleasure for the sake of pleasure. Rand played my body better than I ever bowed that violin.
I choked on a cry. Held my breath. Let out another one. And then I came, so much harder than the last time. A full body orgasm that made me squeeze his fingers like I was pulling them deeper. My legs accidentally kicked his back as I thrashed and pumped my hips and screamed his name while I came and came and came.
6
RAND
Fate was sweeter than moonlight. I couldn’t believe she paired me with this beautiful, responsive angel of a human. A wildcat between the sheets. And we hadn’t even fucked. She was so responsive, so… perfect. That pussy of hers, all pink and dripping, my mouth watered for more.
When her thighs clamped around my ears, I’d thought I’d be smothered to death. What a way to go. Hot and tight and sweet. She was it for me. I’d never get enough, never crave anything but this pussy for the rest of my life.
It was mine, and in return, I was its slave.
I waited until Natalie’s orgasm passed and she went limp before I eased my fingers out and licked them. I’d have this taste on my tongue often. Waking her up with my head between her thighs would be my new morning routine.
If I’d had a condom, I might have fucked her because my dick was so hard it could pound nails, but no—this felt right. Me satisfying my mate. Showing her exactly what she had in store for her once she submitted to my claiming bite. She’d always be pleasured, her needs satisfied. If she wanted her ass spanked, my handprint would be all over it. Whatever it was, it was my job to give it to her.
She wasn’t a virgin, and that made me grit my teeth. That there was a guy out there who’d seen this body, touched it, made her scream, made me want to hunt him down and kill him. It didn’t matter, she was mine now, and no one else would touch her. Hell, if I had my way, no one would look at her. Seeing her like this, naked and satisfied...
Her eyes were closed, lips still parted, and the sound of my name being called in that throaty voice of hers still echoed off the walls.
It was a sound I’d never forget, not at long as I lived.
I adjusted my dick. Fuck, my balls ached. They were so full, and it was all for her.
Natalie’s eyelids fluttered open. Her lashes were a lighter shade of red, same as her brows, and she had a dusting of freckles across her nose. I wanted to stay right where I was and study every inch of her perfect body. Count those freckles.
She licked her lips, glanced down my body. “What about you?” Her voice was hoarse.
I shook my head. “Next time, Red. This was me showing off my big, manly skills.”
She pushed up on her forearms and smiled, her eyes still glassy, cheeks still flushed. “You have mad skills.”
Reluctantly, I fetched her panties from the floor and handed them to her. The last thing I wanted to do was cover up that pussy. If I had my way, I’d have her in bed like this all the time. Not for me to fuck, but legs parted, wet and ready for me to satisfy. Having her come satisfied my wolf. And me.
She glanced away as she worked her panties up her legs. “Is this, uh, a service you offer to all your female customers?”
I frowned. What was she talking about? “No, ma’am.”
“Nevermind,” she said quickly, reaching for her bra and sliding it on. “I shouldn’t have gone there. It doesn’t matter.”
“I don’t,” I insisted, the itchy sense that it did matter—very much—taking me by the nose. I wasn’t a virgin either, but it bothered me that she thought she was just one of many. She was it. The only. “This was a first for me.” Dammit, that didn’t come out sounding right, either.