Page 117 of Their Pretty Little Monster

Unbearable.

Our mouths clash, stealing my breath. The intensity of our kiss is overwhelming, a desperate mingling of need and fear.

“I missed you,” I murmur, my hands gripping her waist. “You have no idea how much.”

“Oh, I have an idea. It’s just a fraction less than I missed you.” She breathes, smirking, her fingers pushing through my hair, tugging it slightly, and I lean down to kiss her again.

Our passion deepens, becoming more frantic, more urgent. Her heart pounds in her chest, thumping against mine as her body molds to me.

I hadn’t intended to end up with my tongue down her throat or my cocks aching for release, but trying to think of something else—anyone else, for that matter—in her presence is impossible.

Sage consumes my thoughts.

Reaching between us, my hand tugs at the buttons of her shirt that pop open easily. With the last button undone, her breasts bounce free. My cocks twitch, my gaze all over the dusty mauve color of her nipples. I’ve got my hands under her armpits, lifting her off her feet. In moments, she’s sitting on the table, and my attention is on those beautiful full tits that have been teasing me from the moment she entered the room.

“I’ve been dying to see your breasts again.”

“Oh, is that so?” She breathes the words. Leaning back on her arms, she sticks her chest out, offering them to me like a reward.

A shuddering exhale rushes from my lungs. My pretty little monster wants me to suck on them, and I’ll give her what she craves. I lean over her, my hands on either side of her, resting on the table, my tongue licking her beautiful offering, circling them, not leaving a section untouched.

“Is this what you want?” I ask before taking one of her fully erect nipples into my mouth. It’s hard yet soft as I roll it over my tongue.

She moans as my hand claims the other one, pressing and squeezing it fiercely. I lightly bite down on the one between my teeth, pinching the other, not letting her go. I’m in fucking euphoria.

She has a hand curled around one of my black, curled horns, the sensation buzzing down to my balls. I adore her aggressive arousal.

My greedy mouth tugs and sucks on her, her hips already starting to rock, her musky perfume blooming. I release one breast, loving the red markings I’ve left around her areola, then I take the other morsel between my teeth, drawing more and more into my mouth. I’m fucking greedy as my hands pull open the buttons on her pants.

Her moans escalate. “Wolfe, should we be doing this here?”

“I’m going to fuck you here, and nothing will stop me.” I latch onto her breast again as she wriggles her pants down her hips, then her legs. My cocks pulse in need, my balls pulled in so tight that a growl presses on my throat. I help her, tugging them down her legs while my mouth remains full. She kicks them off, then spreads herself for me.

Fuck!

Heat pours from her.

Intoxicating perfume.

She’s mesmerizing.

Desperation rips me apart, and I sink my teeth into her breast, the copper taste of blood in my mouth in seconds.

“Wolfe!” she cries out, shoving against my shoulders, but I can’t let go. My hand dips to between her thighs, and the moment I press my fingers between her swollen lips, she’s moaning for more.

I lick the bite that’s around her areola, the perfect mark staking my claim. Just like the one I gave her on her shoulder, I assume the others on her neck are from Nyko or Killian.

She now bears the marks of our obsession.

“That hurt,” she murmurs as I tease her clit.

“And incredible!”

She glares at me, her gaze fogged over from the lust consuming her. Two droplets of blood roll down her breast, the red against her ivory skin calling to me. I lick them, loving the taste of her.

“The marks on a true mate’s body are a real indication of how much she’s adored and loved.”

Her gaze flips wider. “You love me?”

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