Page 75 of What a Wolf's Heart Decides

“Ungh.” Her whole body jerked. She put her hands behind her, bracing her weight on his thighs so she didn’t fall.

Satisfaction flared in his gaze. He gave the slightest tug—just enough to let her know he could control her movements that way if he wished.

More shocks. She let her head fall back even more, and her eyes fluttered shut. Do the other one!

He released her nipple.

Disappointment made her eyes fly open, and she started to bring her head up.

“No, no,” he murmured, settling his hands on her hips. He slid his palms up her sides, tickling her skin. Amusement entered his tone as he added, “Always in a hurry.”

Was she? Did he see her that way? Questions crowded her mind.

His palms brushed the sides of her breasts, and all the questions fled. She closed her eyes. It didn’t matter what he thought as long as he kept touching her.

He plucked at both nipples, sending languid waves of desire through her.

She sighed and tipped her head back.

“That’s better,” he said, his voice low as he gave both peaks light, teasing pinches. “I think you’ll find that patience”—he kissed one breast—“has its”—then the other—“rewards.”

Well in that case, sign her up for the goddamn rewards program.

He flicked his thumbs over both nipples. Her lust cranked higher.

“Thrust toward me,” he said, his wolf in his voice. “Arch your back.”

The order was like a shot of pure desire straight to her sex, the effect so powerful she let out a small sob.

“Do it,” he said.

She obeyed, arching her spine hard, well aware how she looked with her thighs spread over his lap and her bare breasts quivering inches from his face. Her loose curls brushed the small of her back as she thrust her chest out.

Palms cupped both her breasts, taking their weight. Something—his palm?—rubbed back and forth over her nipples. Little sparks shot through the one he’d held, the tip hypersensitive and throbbing.

“That’s it, baby.” Warm breath washed over her nipple.

It wasn’t his palm.

It was his mouth.

Her lips parted on a soundless moan.

Wet heat enveloped her breast, followed by suction.

She straightened so fast her neck twinged—but only for a second. Because his dark head was bent over her chest and her entire nipple was in his mouth.

He sucked, his cheeks going hollow.

Desire blazed a fiery path from her breast to her sex, which throbbed with every pull of his mouth.

Speech deserted her. All she could manage was a breathy grunt and several gasps as he suckled her, his tongue flicking and teasing her nipple in wicked caresses. She grew slick between her legs, the pulse in her sex pounding harder.

The scent of her desire rose between them.

He growled, the menacing sound vibrating her nipple and reverberating up her quivering breast.

Her head spun. She clutched his head against her for support.

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