Page 36 of A Second Roar for Love

They ate dinner on the back porch, the soft chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves providing a soothing soundtrack. As the sun set, Reed twirled Ellie in a playful dance, her laughter mingling with the evening breeze.

Reed pulled out a blanket and they sat to watch the sunset. Before long, Ellie was kissing him, her hands busy on his pants, unzipping.

“Ellie, wait.”

She shook her head. “No. It’s my turn to show you, Reed.”

Ellie pushed Reed back on the blanket and yanked on his pants until his thick length sprang free. He was hard and she wanted him in her mouth.

“Ellie, don’t.”

She met Reed’s gaze as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.

“God,” he groaned.

Ellie took him deeper, letting him slide in and out of her mouth. He twined his fingers into her hair, grasping her curls. His ass came off the blanket as he thrust into her mouth.

Her sex soaked with every groan from him. She loved that he was enjoying what she did. His pleasure made her more than ready to have him inside. She flicked her tongue over the tip of his length, tasting him. He was salty, earthy.

She sucked him deeply again, taking him farther. His groans got louder and deeper. She worked him with her hand, jerking him faster, sucking him tighter. His grip on her hair grew painful and the thrusts he made into her mouth suddenly stopped. He gave a loud roar as he spilled himself into her mouth.

She didn’t get a chance to think about his taste. He slipped out of her mouth and sat, tearing at her clothes. She straddled him. He sucked one of her breasts into his mouth, the sensation sending fire shooting to her core.

“Oh god,” she mumbled.

He glided his hands all over her as if unable to get enough of her body. He tweaked her other nipple, pinching and pulling, making her squirm. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts into his face. His lips moved over her skin like a hot brand.

He was at her back in a heartbeat, his cock spreading her folds open and gliding in. He filled her so completely, she swore there wasn’t a millimeter of space left. Then he reared back and drove forward. Fire raced through her.

She moaned, her body aflame with need.

“No matter how many years go by,” he ground out driving in and out of her like a hot branding iron. “You’ll always be mine.”

“Yes, Reed,” she moaned, pushing back into each of his thrusts.

“You were mine first. Always mine,” he said on a hard thrust. “Always mine.”

He dropped over her, caging her under him.

“Always,” she breathed.

He took her faster, harder. He curled an arm around her waist and pressed her back into him. Then he slid that same hand between her legs and pressed at her clit. “I want to feel you tighten around me.”

She curled her nails into fists on the blanket and let herself go. Her channel tightened around his length. Claws dug at her hip and fire seared her skin, sending her over the edge. His body tensed, making his movements jerky at the same time she rode the pleasure wave. His thrusts slowed until he stopped completely and pulsed inside her.

He filled her with his seed, the pleasure intensifying for her. They fell onto the blanket still linked. On their sides, they stayed as they were, enjoying each other. Unwilling to cut the moment short.

She swiped a hand over her hip and knew he’d scratched her.

“Reed…did you?”

“Yes, Ellie. You’re my mate in every sense of the word.”

He’d marked her. Mated her. And she couldn’t be happier.

Reed was glad his house was surrounded by thick trees and no neighbors nearby or they would have had a lot to explain.

Once in their bed, he pulled her close and held her tight. “I can’t wait for my parents to see you. They’ll be shocked at all that’s gone on, but they’ll be thrilled you’re back.”

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