Page 54 of Pack Nightmare

With a snarl I scrape my teeth on her neck, then pull her to my chest and flip our bodies, landing her back on the ground and myself above her.

She laughs in surprise, and I grin down at her, delighting in the sound. “You really are beautiful, Lilliana,” I murmur, and this time when I move in to kiss her, it’s slow and tender. “Lily,” I murmur against her lips. “I like Lily.”

“I like it too,” she replies, breathless. Her fingers tug at the buttons on my shirt as we kiss, exposing my body to the night air before her hot little hands scrape down the planes of my chest, nails tugging at the skin. It makes me gasp in surprise, the sensation zinging across my body and igniting a deeper burn in my gut.

I settle on one elbow while we kiss, and allow my free hand to trail back up under her sweater, brushing over the mound of her breast before palming the soft handful gently. Lily moans against my lips, her fingers trailing around my body and digging into my back.

A growl rises in my throat, and she claws me harder.

I break away from her mouth and stare down at her with a coy smile. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you want me to be the big bad wolf.”

She pinches her swollen lower lip between her teeth and gazes up at me with liquid eyes. “Maybe.”

My heart was already racing, but now it’s practically double time. “Okay, in that case, I think we need to do this properly. What does little red riding hood say?”

She giggles, a hint of nerves in the sound. “What big eyes you have?”

I position myself on top, straddling her hips, and slowly run my hands up her ribs to the cropped sweater. Fortunately for me, it has buttons. I take my time, easing each tiny button from its hole until her sweater falls open, revealing the pink, lacy confection beneath. Lily’s breath is coming in shallow pants now, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I trail my fingers slowly down along the straps, stroking delicately across her lace-covered nipples, then dipping my fingers beneath the fabric to rub them over her hardened flesh.

She bites her lip in response, stifling a moan, and I lean in close, pressing my lips to her ear. “The better to see you with, my darling.”

Withdrawing my hands from her bra and sitting back, I trail my fingers down across her stomach. “What’s the next part that riding hood says?” I tug on the waistband of her jeans, holding her emerald gaze while I slip open the button and slide down the zipper.

“Um…” her voice shudders as my hand grazes the flesh below her belly button. “What big ears you have?”

My grin widens, and I switch to kneeling between her legs. Watching her response carefully, I tug on the waistband of her jeans.

Lily doesn’t say a word, just holds my gaze and lifts her hips so I can remove her pants in one tug.

I try not to completely lose my mind when I note that her little panties match the pink lacy bra.

Goddess help me.

Instead, I crawl up her body and rest myself beside her, allowing my free hand to trail languidly over her exposed skin. The heaters keep it warm enough, but goosebumps rise on her creamy flesh everywhere I touch, from tracing the mounds of her breasts, down across her stomach, over her thighs, and then, ever so lightly, along the delicate lace band of her panties.

I watch carefully, for any sign she’s uncomfortable, before I allow my hand to trail gently across the mound between her legs. Wordlessly, she parts her thighs for me, and my fingers travel further. Heat rises off her flesh, the fabric soaked to the touch. I press ever so lightly and her eyes close, a moan escaping from her parted lips.

Leaning in, I whisper, “The better to hear you with, my darling.” Sliding my hand back to the waistband of her panties once more, I pause. “Lily… if you want, we can stop right now. It’s entirely up to what you’re comfortable with.”

She looks at me sharply. “Of course, I don’t want you to stop. I’ve been waiting for this since the first time we kissed Milo. Jesus, I thought you were the smart one.”

That brings a startled laugh to my lips, and she chuckles too.

But the laugh quickly changes to a gasp when I slip my fingers under the lace and stroke her.

Her panting breaths become heavier, light sounds of pleasure ripping from her throat with every exhale. I move my fingers faster; they’re slippery with her desire for me, which admittedly turns me on even more.

As if I could get any more turned on.

My gorgeous, clever mate is reclined beside me, in the dreamy glow of the love nest I built for us. Everything about her is perfect, from her wild dark hair to her creamy skin. In this moment, I want nothing more than to see her back arch in pleasure from my touch, hear the sounds she makes in the crescendo, and know that it’s all my doing.

She’s enjoying it, but we’re not quite there yet.

I lean in to kiss her, withdrawing my hand from between her thighs.

Lily makes a disappointed little noise, which confirms that my next plans will be well received.

Pulling myself away from her once more, I kneel between her legs and begin kissing my way down the inside of her thigh, caressing the soft flesh with my fingers. “What’s the next the part?” I murmur between kisses.

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