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She gasps lightly, which is perfect as I inhale from the joint, and close my mouth over hers. Allowing the sticky-sweet skunk to pass between us. Her eyes are wide on mine, her lids drooping as some of the smoke filters slowly into her lungs, the rest of it I release into the darkness, my lips parting reluctantly from hers.

Eyes shining, she coughs a little, right in my face, making me curl my bottom lip in, mashing it between my teeth to suppress my grin.

“How’s that feel, baby?” I ask her roughly, my voice gruff, hand clasped over the nape of her neck massaging the tight muscles there.

Her body melts into mine, her hips shifting and grinding her pussy against me. We both freeze then, as I take another toke of the weed, my hand stilling on the back of her neck, thumb digging into muscle.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, glancing down between us, but she doesn’t move, as my gaze, too, drops between us.

Even in the dark, I see it, the colour in her cheeks, beneath the blanket of stars, the moonlight falling across us, her shadow the only thing between us, but the ladder of my abs are now shiny and slick with her arousal. And I know she can feel my cock digging against her arse cheek, but she makes no move away from it, and I’m still holding the marijuana smoke in my lungs as she finally lifts her eyes to mine, her teeth gnawing on her lip.

Her small hands drop from the back of my neck to the space between us, slipping down my bare chest leaving goosebumps in her wake. Her long fingers fiddle with the hem of the black t-shirt of mine she wears, some of her fingers taped up because of her broken knuckles. Something I still have guilt about, but in this moment, when she drops her head to mine, our combined breaths coming hard and fast between us, both of them tinged with smoke, I move first.

Chapter 17

Luna

The weed is forgotten as he flicks it from his fingers, his arms threading up my back, hands curling over my shoulders, his mouth surging against mine.

Wolf’s lips are soft yet hard, plump and desperate and pressured. He hauls me up against him, higher in his lap, my pussy rubbing up against his hot, hard belly, the rippling muscles catching my clit. My hands fist in his hair, tearing out the elastic that holds it tight in a loop at the back of his skull. He moans into my mouth, biting my bottom lip as my fingers card through his hair, gripping at the roots and yanking his head back.

He growls into the kiss, the sound vibrating my tongue, running down the length of my vocal cords, and expanding in my chest like fingers of heat stretching and curling and claiming my heart. His big hands are firm on my shoulders, heavy, his fingers curled over my trapezius muscles, kneading and digging to pull me in closer.

Wolf Blackwell kisses like death.

As though the grim reaper is hovering at his back, peering over his shoulder just waiting for the right moment to strike and he doesn’t want to miss his chance.

It’s stolen.

This moment.

From the next life, he drags it into this one by the throat, kicking and screaming, and then he tears it to pieces so the moment can’t be taken from him.

Wolf Blackwell kisses like death, but I’ve never felt so alive.

His kiss is a claiming. Like he needs the taste of me permanently seared into his tongue. The feel of my lips moving hungrily against his to survive. His breath is a hot wash of desperate desire as he tears his mouth from mine, flicking his tongue across my top lip before sinking his teeth into the bottom. He stretches the skin out, his teeth nibbling before he lets it go, the wet flesh slapping against my bottom row of teeth and then he’s diving in again.

I’m not sure what I’m doing, but he leads and I follow, and I kiss him back with a desperation that feels just as dire as life or death. And considering the two of us have recently walked hand in hand with death himself, this feels more than accurate.

I bite into his mouth, our teeth clashing as his tongue snakes through my lips, curling around my own, mapping my mouth like he’s memorising it. The tip of his tongue traces the roof of my mouth, every ridge and dip, sliding over my teeth, dipping into each molar, and grazing across the tops.

It feels like life and death, horror and romance. And when he kisses me, surging against my hips, pelvis lifting, thrusting his hard cock up against my arse, and flipping me onto my back, cradling my head, the wood of the wrap around porch snagging at the cotton of my shirt, I melt.

Wolf grinds himself against my bare cunt, the thin material of his joggers doing absolutely nothing to hide his erection. His mouth explores every inch of my face, his tongue caressing the bullet graze along the side of my head, before dragging down, mouthing at my cheekbone, the corner of my jaw.

On all fours above me, he spreads me out beneath him like a picnic blanket with a mouthwatering buffet. His tongue searing hot as it scorches down the column of my throat, dipping into the hollow at its base, and then grates his teeth along my exposed collarbone, the oversized t-shirt I wear having slipped down. He bites into me so hard that pain explodes in my temples, his palms flat on the wood either side of me, only his hips dropping to collide with my own, gyrating unconsciously in a filthy display of need.

“Wolf,” I gasp, my breath rushing out of me as I dig my nails into his scalp.

He lifts up, hissing at the sting, skin embedding itself under my nails as I let them bite into him harder, and then he’s lifting back up onto his knees. His hands fisting at the neckline of my shirt and ripping it clean down the middle. My back lifts with the tug and tear before the warm summer night’s air is pebbling my nipples, his tongue lapping over the left one and then the right.

Frantically, Wolf’s hands claw at my hips, his thumbs pressing divots into my pelvis, and then he lifts them up into the air. Head dipping, his mouth suctions over my clit, his tongue flicking savagely over the pulsing bud clenched between his teeth. A rumble ripples its way up his chest as he clings onto me, my weight balancing on my shoulder blades, my chin dropped to my chest so I can watch him tear me apart with his teeth.

He sucks his way lower, his tongue plunging into my hole, in and out, in and out, his nose burrowing against my clit until my entire body is trembling and the flat of his tongue is lapping up the length of me. Teeth nibbling the hood of my clit, and then his mouth is over me, sucking, sucking, sucking.

I grit my teeth as I come. Heat washing over every inch of me as wave after wave of pleasure wraps itself around me like a corded noose made of passion and lust. Black spots sluice across my vision, these splodges of darkness blurring my sight as Wolf laps lazily at my cunt, making sure he gathers and consumes every drop of my release.

When he lowers my hips back to the floor, settling me down on the torn t-shirt, pushing my arms away from his hair and down to the wood beneath us, his fingers latched around my wrists, so my elbows are bracketing my head, he follows. Bracing himself on his forearms on either side of my head, my own arms between. The lower half of his face is shiny and slick, and he sinfully drags his tongue across his lips, first the top and then the bottom, savouring my flavour with a deep rooted groan.

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