Page 58 of Wolf Sacrificed

I yanked on his hair. “Lincoln, I need you.”

He flicked his tongue against my clit. “You have me.”

I gave him another playful tug. “Please!”

I needed to feel his length inside me, to be full of him.

He pressed his thumb to my clit and then licked my sweet spot. “Come on my mouth for me, sweetheart. I want to taste you.”

I shivered. Gooseflesh pimpled my skin, and I whimpered as he thrust his tongue against me. I rotated my hips, timing them with his movements. This was bliss.

He pushed two fingers inside as he continued to lick. He curled them just right so he hit that magical spot. Stars burst behind my eyes, and I called out his name as my orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave. He lapped it up, taking in everything I had to give him.

I went lax on the bed and let my eyes flutter shut as I tried to control my breathing. I didn’t have long. He worked his way up my body and guided his warm, thick length home.

I lifted my hands to his shoulders as I stretched to accommodate him. He buried himself to the hilt and caught my lips. I could taste my juices on him when he swept his tongue across mine.

I fought to catch my breath, but when he started moving inside me, I knew it was a lost cause. He pulled out to the tip and then slid back home. When he pulled back again, I lifted my hips, creating the most beautiful friction. We both cried out.

He mumbled against my lips, “You’re perfect, sweetheart. I wish we could spend all day in bed together. The things Sawyer and I could do to you…”

I gasped as he drove himself deeper. There was a promise there, one I wanted to come to fruition so badly. “I want that too. So bad.”

He grunted as he went deeper. He pushed up, his hand going to my thigh and lifting it onto his shoulder. This gave him a whole new angle, and I felt so full of him. His ministrations grew faster, deeper.

I fisted the sheets in my hands as my body tensed. It was almost too much. I was so close, teetering on the edge, and with one last thrust, he sent me over. I came so hard, white spots burst behind my eyes. He kept up the pace, drawing out my orgasm until he came with a roar, stiffening against me as his seed spilled inside.

He kissed my leg before lowering it gingerly back onto the bed. Even though he was already softening, he pumped into me a few more times, making me whimper.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” he asked.

My eyes fluttered shut, and I worked to control my breathing.

He rolled off me and nuzzled my neck as he pulled me into his arms. “Sleepy?”

I couldn’t find the strength to open my eyes. “Two orgasms like that would make any girl tired.”

He chuckled, and then I must have dozed because the next thing I knew, Sawyer was shaking us awake.

I blinked up at him, and then Lincoln and I must have realized at the same time that he shouldn’t be here because we both sat up.

I reached out to him, skimming my fingers down his arm. Goodness, he was so warm, and I wished he were really here.

“Sawyer, what is it?” I asked.

“We’ve found the Dennings. We have to hurry before it’s too late.”

Twenty

Sloane

I jerked upright, fully awake. “We have to get to them before your father does.”

Sawyer held up a hand. “You can’t. You will be walking right into a trap.”

I gritted my teeth. Alpha Charles had made a mistake. His men didn’t deserve to die because of it.

“We have to help them,” I insisted. “I can’t just sit here while they’re hunted down and murdered.”

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