Page 34 of Immortal Burden

She gasped as I teased her lips with my tongue, then drove in deep, tasting her.

Her arms came up, locking around my neck, her sharp, manicured nails scraping my flesh.

It called to the wolf, a low growl rumbling in my throat as I owned her sweet mouth.

My hands moved to her tight little ass. Jerking her closer, I rolled my hips, grinding her pussy against my rock-hard cock.

She groaned, relaxing in my hold, her body surrendering to me.

Fuck, yeah.

I could smell her soaked panties, almost taste it on my tongue, it was so strong.

Panting, I pulled my mouth from hers. “Fuck.”

Digging my fingers into her hips, I hauled her off her feet and carried her to my bed.

The second her back hit the mattress, I pounced on her, straddling her sexy curves.

She mewled and held her arms out to me, wanting me close again ASAP, needing me all over her.

“Mia,” I breathed, tugging at the waistband of her pants and tearing them open. I wasted no time, unable to hold out even for a second as I plunged my hand inside, coating my fingers in her wetness. She soaked my hand instantly. She bucked wildly as I rolled my thumb over her clit, right on the edge of coming already.

Jesus Christ, I wanted to fuck her senseless, fill her up with my cum, mark her deep and make damned sure she’d never forget it. She’d never want another after surrendering to me.

Those unruly thoughts had me crazed and I withdrew my fingers and drew them across her lips, needing her to taste herself. “Lick,” I commanded.

When her tongue darted out, I almost lost my shit completely.

I descended on her, grunting and rutting like an animal, desperate to make her feel every inch of me through our clothes.

My movements were almost violent as I dry-fucked her into the bed, her moans and overwhelmed yelps spurring me on.

I was done with the clothing thing. I had to get closer, to feel her skin-to-skin. I felt my claws of my left hand drop, ready to take action, to get to the sweetness underneath.

I’d tear her clothes to shreds in seconds, strip her bare, taste every inch of her sweet-smelling skin.

Ravish her.

Break her down.

Devour her whole.

I jolted at my thoughts, a warning slamming into me.

It wasn’t the man.

It was the furor of the wolf.

It was closer to the surface than it had ever been without my permission.

I felt that tell-tale heat around my eyes, meaning they were glowing with the sign of a coming shift.

My hands shook with the struggle to push it down.

My whole body strained, my muscles locking.

“Fuck!”

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