Page 50 of Blood of Vengeance

I laughed, the sound transforming into a moan when he licked right into me. The pleasure hit so hard and so fast, I couldn’t contain myself. I slammed my hands against the wall and arched my back. Ready for more, and yet…

“If I sit, I might suffocate you,” I said, struggling really hard to focus on things like syllables and vowels. Words. Who could possibly think of such things when a man had you quite literally sitting on his face. Flinch owned me in that moment, his fingers digging into my thighs and his tongue laving me from top to bottom. Teasing me and yet giving me everything all at once.

“I’m the one responsible for figuring out how to breathe,” he said, groaning deep as he pulled me down even tighter. “You just need to give me that pussy.”

And give him, I did. I let my weight rest on his face as he began to slowly torture me with his inconsistent movements and refusal to focus. The man licked me all over, teasing me hard, while what I really wanted was his tongue on my clit. But it was as if he purposely avoided that particular area, making me shake and curse and start to writhe over him. Searching out the friction I needed.

The bastard knew what he was doing, too.

“Flinch,” I moaned, growing absolutely irritated when the man chuckled. “Please.”

“I like hearing you beg, short stack.” He lifted his head and pressed deeper into my flesh, making me shake from head to toe. “Fucking cherries. I knew you’d taste like cherries. Be a good girl and fuck my tongue.”

I moaned again, using both hands on the wall to push back, to hold me up as I moved. As I rolled my hips as much as I could, considering the man had me in a vise grip. Finally, with a growl that vibrated all the way through my body, he gave me what I so desperately wanted. He licked right across my clit with enough pressure to make my toes curl.

“Yes, Flinch. Yes.”

That damn chuckle returned. “I’ve got you, mate.”

It was the mate that did me in. Being called short stack was cute and all, but mate? From a man like Flinch? That rocked my world all the way down to the depths of my soul. It wasn’t the first time I’d ever heard that word, but it was the first that really resonated. That had me surrendering in the way he had wanted. I sat right down and began to move in earnest, chasing his tongue as he worked it over my flesh. Demanding my pleasure from the man so intent on giving it to me. Every touch to my overstimulated clit pushing me toward a finish I needed. One I wanted so badly. One Flinch seemed intent on bringing me to.

And bring me, he did. Hands in his hair to direct him and body curled over his, I came with a groan that should have embarrassed me, but without enough focus to truly care. I had never exploded in pleasure the way Flinch made me, had never given in to the sensations coursing through my body the way I did with him. I rocked and writhed and demanded he keep me riding my orgasm, chanting his name as my entire body shook.

Eventually the pleasure turned to pain, my oversensitized clit throbbing, so I lifted off Flinch’s face. Almost embarrassed as I caught him staring up at me.

“You okay down there?”

He chuckled and grabbed me, rolling and tugging me down the mattress until he had me on my back with his hips nestled between my thighs.

“You’re a little sassy for someone about to beg me to fuck them.”

Oh. Oh, the overconfidence of this man. It intrigued me. “I’m not begging for anything.”

He curled over, taking my nipple into his mouth. Keeping his eyes on mine as he bit the small bud just to the point of pain before releasing it. “Not yet, but you will be.”

I actually had no doubt the man could make me beg. None whatsoever. After what he’d already done to me, I could totally see him working some simple finger magic and having me at his mercy in less than a minute. Which was why I didn’t even try to resist him. Instead, I pulled him in close, pressing a kiss to his lips and wrapping one leg around his hips. Wanting him there. Needing it. I tasted myself on his tongue, the flavor sparking something dirty and wild within me. Something that had me wanting to claim him in some way. This was my man. Mine. And every wolf in his club, every female shifter who walked into their bar, would know it simply by the way my scent mingled with his. I’d make sure of it.

“Mate,” Flinch whispered as he began to rock his hips, slowly pressing against where I was already so soaked for him. “Are you sure you’re ready for me?”

I nodded, tugging him closer. Opening myself to him. That word again—mate. He’d talked about fated mates once—how they would always choose their other half over anything else. How they would have never been able to let their partner walk away. But he wasn’t using both words, so just mate. Something I would need to think about later. Or not. It was just a word after all. Just a word.

One I stopped being able to think about the second the man’s cock slipped into place between my legs. I gasped and froze, my pussy practically trembling as he pressed against me. So very ready for this. With a pained sort of groan, he nudged his way just inside, dragging his heavy cock out slowly before pushing in again a little farther than the first time. Inching his way deeper and deeper into me. Slowing down on every forward thrust and making me understand why he was so certain I would beg. Because I would. Right then, I would have begged for more.

“Flinch.” I clawed at his back, planting my feet firmly on the mattress and lifting my hips into him. Moaning as he slid deeper. Biting back the please on the tip of my tongue. “Quit playing.”

That chuckle returned, sounding far more pained than earlier. “Trust me, mate. There’s no playing happening here.”

“Then why are you teasing me like this?”

He froze, staring down at me. Those light eyes meeting mine. Something grew between us, some sort of emotional connection I felt all the way in my heart. Something deep and meaningful and inexplicable.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, his voice softer. His words a confession.

Oh, my sweet wolf shifter.

“You won’t.” I ran my hands over his head, digging my fingers into his hair as I shook my head subtly. “I promise, you won’t hurt me. I want you inside me.”

He growled long and deep, leaning in to kiss me one more time before he began to move in earnest. Before he filled me over and over again, the girth of his cock forcing its way inside and stretching me to the max as it drove deeper. I had known the man was big, but nothing could have prepared me for the feeling of being overwhelmed by his size. Of the stretch and burn of him that kept me on a razor’s edge between coming and crying. Filling me to the point of pleasure that could easily tilt into pain. I lost myself to him, becoming a part of him instead of my own entity. Both of us joined in a way that was far more than physical as he buried himself inside me.

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