Page 34 of Crescent Warrior

Her heat was easier when she was alone. She could use a vibrator over and over until she fell into an orgasm-induced stupor, sleeping through most of it, but she couldn’t very well do that with him wrapped around her.

Or can I?

Biting her lip, her wolf howling at her to consummate her matehood, she turned in his arms, pressing her ass against his cock, rocking backward, moaning at the feel of him. He grunted in his sleep, tightening the arm around her waist.

She spread her legs, wrapping one over his, hooking it around him. She delved her fingers between the lips of her pussy, finding her swollen clit with ease.

Gasping, tucking her head back against his neck, floating in the scent of her mate and her need for him, she came with two quick strokes of her fingers. Her body was shaking as raw gasps left her lips.

Way better than when I’m alone.

She swallowed as she realized he was awake and still, waiting to see what she needed. She turned to nuzzle her face against his.

“Touch me,” she whispered.

He complied at once, the arm around her tightening, his hand skimming down to find hers, his thick fingers using hers to circle her clit slowly.

“Show me what you like, my Lyta,” he purred.

She bit her lip, rubbing her clit up and down the way she loved. He groaned, pulling her fingers to his face, licking them clean before replacing them with his own.

“Your taste,” he growled, licking her shoulder.

She shuddered but pulled his other hand from around her, using one of his big, blunt fingers to push inside her pussy while his other finger kept up its constant stroking of her clit. She moaned, her head kicking back at the slight burn of the intrusion, her legs shaking.

“In and out,” she gasped, turning to suck on his neck.

He groaned, doing exactly as she asked, going slow at first, letting her get used to the feel of him. His hips rocked against her, leaving a trail of precum on her ass.

“So wet,” he took her earlobe between his teeth, the small pinch making her hips surge forward.

“Cole, please,” she begged, gasping in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

She cried out, throwing her head back against his shoulder when he gave her clit a little squeeze. She was begging even more now, words pouring from her. He released her clit, turning her face so he could kiss her. She moaned against his lips as their tongues tangled, the intimacy too much too handle.

He put the hand back to good use, stroking her clit the way she had shown him. That was all it took. She flew over the edge, whimpering against his lips as she shook, his gorgeous eyes watching her fall apart.

She rode his finger with abandon, clamping her hand on his, making sure he kept it inside her as she came. When she returned to her body, her eyes clearing, she saw him smiling at her with satisfaction. She turned in his arms, wrapping herself back around him.

“Thank you,” she murmured, quietly.

He raised his hands to his mouth, licking them clean. She buried her face in his neck, embarrassed.

“Can I taste you again?” he groaned against her cheek, his voice hoarse.

She nodded, glancing away. Her orgasms were easing her heat and shyness crept in at the thought of his face between her legs. It didn’t even occur to her yesterday, the need for him outweighing any embarrassment, but now, she bit her lip.

It’s about to get super personal.

He didn’t hesitate, turning them so she was laying back, her legs spread wantonly. She glanced down at his cock, watching it strain with eagerness.

He hadn’t come yet, but he didn’t seem to mind, rubbing his hands together enthusiastically, his eyes on her bare pussy. She felt color flush up her face and he grinned at her.

“No need to be bashful, my Lyta. I’ve seen you naked before.”

“Not like this,” she muttered, grabbing a pillow to bury her face in, hiding.

“Ah ah,” he tugged it away, lifting her hips to tuck the pillow under her ass instead.

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