Page 55 of Pack Nightmare

“Um…” she’s so caught in the moment, I think she’s forgotten our little game.

“In the story, Lily. What is the next thing red riding hood says to the big… bad… wolf?” I draw out the question, nipping her tender flesh with delicate little bites.

“Oh!” She gasps. “What big teeth you have.” Her reply is light, breathless.

I reach down and slide my fingers beneath the band of her panties, tugging them while she lifts her hips obligingly.

It takes seconds to get them completely off. My entire body is on fire with excitement, but I force myself to move slowly, kissing her knees before I part them, spreading her thighs, gently kissing one and stroking the other. Until finally I have her spread before me, gasping in anticipation of my next move.

My mouth waters at the sight of her, gorgeous and perfect and desperate for my touch.

I stroke two fingers delicately over her sensitive flesh, then bring them to my lips and suck the taste of her while she watches. My eyes close, a rumble in my chest betraying just how much I’m enjoying finally getting a taste of her sweetness.

Lily’s body moves beneath the hand that still holds her thigh, writhing in need, in desire, for me.

I pull my fingers from my mouth and smile, keeping my gaze locked on her brilliant green eyes while I lower myself slowly into position. My arms reach out, curling around her thighs as I settle onto my elbows.

Finally, when I’m inches away from my goal, I blow a breath across her exposed flesh. She shudders.

“The better to eat you with, my darling.”

And then I feast on her.

I have to admit I’ve done this a fair few times; I’d consider myself a connoisseur of how to pleasure a woman with my tongue, sometimes with my fingers as well. No one from my pack, obviously, but I figured it was prudent to learn how to provide for my mate when she arrived. Jared’s sporting events, while not really my scene, were a welcome opportunity to meet girls.

But nothing compares to the way it feels to share it with my fated mate. Every stroke across her flesh sends tingles through my body, and the taste of her, the smell of her, fills my senses.

I’m a man drowning in the ocean, and I can’t stop drinking.

So when her body clenches and shudders beneath me, I tighten my grip and attack her with more fervent strokes, willing her to reach the pinnacle and tumble over the other side with me at the helm.

As her moans grow louder, mine do as well, my lips humming against her sensitive flesh and increasing every ounce of sensation I can give her.

And when she finishes, the earth-shattering gasp and cry that is both pain and pleasure in one, a deep, glowing feeling of satisfaction builds in my chest.

My movements slow, and her body goes limp beneath me as I extricate myself gently, sliding up beside her and pulling her tightly to my body.

She sighs, snuggling in to my chest and nuzzling my neck, her leg wrapping lazily around my hips and pulling me closer. “Thank you, Milo. For tonight… for everything.”

My heart jumps, emotion clenching in my throat. I press a kiss to the top of her head. “You’re welcome, my darling. I love you, Lily Harridan.”

“I love you too, my Milo,” she murmurs against my chest.

I squeeze her even tighter, and when her breaths slowly even out, I drag the comforter over us and settle back to watch her sleep, safe and peaceful, in my arms.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Layla

I wake, rested and glowing with the memories of last night’s intimate moments. After snoozing through most of the movie, Milo restarted it to the point we stopped paying attention, and we finished the entire thing before he brought me home.

He said he loves me.

The thought pops up in my head at random times throughout the day, making me grin furiously every time.

Not to mention sudden graphic flashes of what happened before he said that.

The other two guys greet me normally, despite the teasing about Milo’s date idea—which I defend him vehemently for, it was really romantic—but even they can’t miss that something happened, something impactful. I can’t count how many times I catch Milo’s eyes, only for him to bite his lip suggestively and make me blush. Sometimes I get one up on him, licking my lips and watching with delight as his ears turn red and he goes all fidgety, then tries to act normal.

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