Page 48 of What a Wolf Demands

Squeezing and kneading with his hands, he flicked his tongue around the tight peak in his mouth. The little bud seemed to swell under his attentions, and she let out another moan. He teased at the tip with his teeth, giving her playful nips, then licking away the sting.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, yes.”

He gave her a final, teasing bite, then switched to the other nipple, sucking and licking until it grew as hard as the first.

She threaded her fingers through his hair again, clutching his head against her breasts.

After a minute, he took his kisses down her chest, trailing a slow path between her breasts and down her belly. Her stomach quivered under his mouth, the soft skin going concave as he touched the tip of his tongue to her navel, dipping briefly in the shallow indentation before moving lower.

She tensed. “Dom?”

“Shhhh.” He moved lower, smoothing his hands over her hips as he wedged his shoulders between her thighs. He kissed her lower belly, the top of her thigh, the sweet curve of her hip.

Just before he reached her sex, he looked up.

She’d raised her head a little, and her eyes were wide. A tiny frown marred her forehead, as if she wanted him to keep going but thought she should probably stop him.

He kept going.

Soft curls brushed his jaw as he kissed the trembling skin above her clit.

He sensed rather than saw her drop her head back. Then she moaned and spread her thighs even wider.

Pearly moisture seeped from her opening—a mixture of them. He lifted an edge of the robe and swiped gently down her sex.

She shuddered. Goosebumps broke out across her skin.

Using his thumbs, he parted her lips, holding the plump folds aside. Then he lowered his mouth and licked a teasing path down her sex.

“Ungh.” Her thighs quivered. Her heart rate picked up, the beat like a drum in his ears.

As he had with her nipples, he licked and sucked at her sex, nipping at the folds. She was salty and sweet, her sex like a juicy peach.

No, he thought. She was like a bowl of strawberries—ripe and luscious and coated in cream.

And his for the taking.

He flicked her clit, then darted his tongue into her opening.

Her hips bucked, bumping her mound against his chin. Palms on her thighs, he held her still while he sucked the top of her sex into his mouth.

She gave a low, keening cry.

Almost there.

He slid a finger into her sex, gliding easily. She immediately clamped down, her inner muscles squeezing him. With his other hand, he pressed the top of her sex up, pulling the skin taut. Now her clit stood up proudly between her lips, the glistening nub swollen and pouting.

He took it into his mouth, sucking her hard.

She arched off the ground. “Yes, god, yes!”

He circled her, flicking a steady rhythm. At the same time, he gave her sex shallow pumps, slipping another finger inside her slippery heat.

Her cries became sobs. She tangled her fingers in his hair, her hands shaking. Her sex gripped him as it had his shaft, sucking at him eagerly.

He did the same to her clit, alternating between kisses, nips, and suckling.

She screamed. Her whole body tensed.

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