Page 51 of Blood of Vengeance

“So wet,” he mumbled as he thrust harder and faster than before. Groaning and growling through every push and pull. On a retreat, he paused just long enough to grab my hips, lifting me off the bed as he rose onto his knees. Changing the angle to power down into me. Making me twist and gasp and scream into his pillow as he hit places inside me I hadn’t known could feel so good. As he punched deeper than I’d have thought possible while I fought to hang on to this reality. “You’re so fucking wet, mate. Downright sloppy for me. Do you hear how good this pussy is taking me?”

I did. I heard the wet, slapping sounds as he fucked me. Felt the moisture sliding out of me and down my skin. I couldn’t focus on those, though, because Flinch had me lifted, filled, and completely feral. He’d set every nerve ending aflame, had teased me to the edge and brought me back from it. Had fucked me almost senseless. I needed to come, and I needed him to be the one to make me.

“Flinch,” I moaned, reaching for him as I untwisted myself. Settling my upper back against the mattress and gripping his arms. Wanting his weight and his heat when I finally broke. “I’m so close.”

The man groaned and dropped onto me as if he understood the want I hadn’t vocalized, pinning me to the mattress under his big body. He grabbed one leg and pulled it over his shoulder, opening me wide for him. Making me yelp as an entire wave of new sensations rocked my foundation. His hips snapped harder and faster as he growled continuously. As he thrust deep then ground the base of his cock against my clit, sending sparkles shooting all over my body.

As he pushed me right over the edge and had me screaming his name while I came around him. Finally begging him for more. Pleading with him as my entire body gave itself over to the sensations he wrought.

Flinch growled longer and deeper than ever, his thrusts losing their rhythm. His entire body clenching on top of me as he came. As he filled me while I still pulsed around him. Finishing inside me like…

Fuck, we hadn’t grabbed a condom.

“Oh no,” I said, pushing him off me before he had even relaxed. Likely before he had completely finished.

“What’s wrong?” He rolled off me, breathing hard and looking completely frazzled. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. I just…” I hopped out of bed, heading for the bathroom. “We forgot the condom.”

Before I could reach the door, Flinch grabbed me around the waist and picked me up off my feet, burying his head in my neck as he softly said, “You’re not fertile right now.”

I froze. “Huh?”

He kissed my neck, running one hand up from where he held me to my breast and teasing my nipple. “I could smell if you were. You’re not, so a condom wasn’t necessary.”

“Oh.” Something akin to embarrassment washed over me, but I pushed it away. He was a wolf shifter—the fact that he could smell my cycle changes shouldn’t have been a surprise. It was, but it shouldn’t have been. “I didn’t know?—”

He growled and spun, dropping me back onto the mattress and falling on top of me. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about wolf shifters. But I’ll teach you.” He leaned in to plant a long, deep kiss on me, tangling his tongue with mine before pulling away once more. “Give me time, and I’ll teach you, mate.”

Mate, but not fated. And to be honest, I didn’t know if I had time—I would eventually have to go back to Detroit. To cold winters and drunks at the bar hitting on me. To dirty streets and dangerous corners without Flinch watching over me. But that time wasn’t now, and the last thing I wanted to think about was walking away from the man who had just made my entire body his own.

So I ignored the itch of impending endings and curled into his side. Stealing his warmth while I could.

Seventeen

Flinch

Waking up with Locklyn in my arms was a dream come true. Waking up with my cock weeping because her thick ass was pushed up against me was a tease impossible to resist.

“What are you trying to do here, short stack?” I dragged my hand over her hip and down, not stopping until I had her pussy cupped. Until I was in a position to slip a finger or two inside. “You wake up hungry?”

She giggled and pushed back with her hips, opening herself up to me. Giving me the most perfect gift ever—access to her luscious body. Something I would never turn down.

I hooked her leg over mine and pulled, spreading her wider as I plunged a third finger inside my mate’s sweet pussy. She felt soaked and puffy, her soft groans and deep breathing adding to her pussy’s response to guide me on my quest to make her come. I needed to feel it, needed to know she’d gotten hers before I dared to get my cock involved. The girl was a drug to me—one I was definitely already addicted to. My cock couldn’t resist her. I would be ready to spill the second I felt that heat surround me.

“Flinch,” she whined, grabbing my wrist and pushing my hand deeper inside her. “Want you.”

Two words I could have never even dreamed I’d hear from a woman like her.

“Fuck.” I curled over her, my wolf pushing forward and taking more control of my mind. The beast digging our teeth into her neck. Not breaking the skin—not yet—but wanting to. Feeling the instinctual need to close the deal on our mating and permanently bond us. I didn’t know how I’d resisted last night, how I’d kept myself from biting into the thigh that had enveloped my head as I’d had her ride my tongue. And today wasn’t going to be any easier, which meant I needed to keep my teeth to myself. So I pulled myself away from her neck and pressed my fingers deeper, letting my thumb join the party on her clit. Knowing what would get her there. Knowing as soon as she came, I was going to fuck her like a beast.

The second I felt the telltale clench of her pussy around my fingers, the moment she finally came on my hand, I rolled her over and pinned her facedown to the mattress. Climbed on top of my gorgeous girl and got to work. It took one drive of my hips to slip inside her, one small motion for me to find myself home again. To be back in the heaven of her body.

But I wasn’t an angel—I couldn’t be sweet with her. I plunged in deep and hard, feeling the bed hit the wall on every push. Relishing her gasps and grunts as I let my wolf run the show this time. As I took her like an animal right there on my bed. Holding her hip in my hand, claws pushing through just enough to poke into her soft flesh. To leave a few marks. I’d lick them later, lick her all over to make sure I hadn’t hurt her. But right then, I needed to see evidence of me owning her. Needed to know signs of me would be left behind.

My wolf and I needed to know that our mate would be marked.

“Sloppiest fucking pussy,” I said on a growl, rolling my entire body into hers as I held her down by the back of the neck. Keeping her pinned and far enough away so my wolf wouldn’t take over and lunge in, teeth first. Fighting the pull of his need to sink our teeth into her smooth shoulder and claim her as I fucked her from behind. “You were made for me, mate. Made to drive me mad with wanting this pussy.”

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