Page 89 of Dawn of the Pack

I thrust my fingers into my mate with more force, and her moans rise in pitch and frequency, increasing with the movement of my hand.

With a moaned curse she shatters over me, the sounds of her release the sweetest reward for my effort. I hold her tightly to me and refuse to stop, savoring every shudder of pleasure I wring from her body.

When I can tell she’s come down from her high, I slow my ministrations and press a gentle kiss to her tender lips. Then I hold her tightly, waiting for her to be strong enough to reclaim the use of her legs.

So we can move on to round two.

LILLIANA

I take a few minutes to come down from this floating bliss, and Derrek supports my body while he waits. Every time I’ve shattered in pleasure with one—or more—of my mates, it feels like I’ve never reached such heights before. And here again, the incredible power of his touch on my body feels even stronger than the last. Quickly, I find myself both satiated and yet starving for more of my fourth and final mate.

He disentangles us and stands, and when we kiss, I taste myself on his lips. That erotic flavor reminds me viscerally of my experience just a few moments ago, and it’s almost like a second rush of pleasure.

Angling for something I want to try again, I push Derrek backwards until his calves make contact with the couch, then give him a playful shove. His eyes widen as he lands on the cushion and I climb into his lap, straddling his thighs. Reaching between us, I guide his rigid length into my sensitive core and ease down on him.

I savor every inch as he fills me, stretching my insides in a way that sends butterflies into my stomach. The hum he releases encourages me to keep moving, so I ride him, slowly moving up and down.

“I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime for this,” Derrek groans, his eyes watching me hungrily. He catches my waist between his hands, slowing my bouncing. “Roll your hips, baby.”

When he’s buried in me to the hilt, I try to undulate my hips instead of bouncing on my knees. A gasp slips from my lips, utter surprise at the unfamiliar sensation of my clit grinding against his hard pelvis and the soaring pleasure that tears through me.

Trying it a few more times, his hands encourage my motions and I catch a rhythm, bringing our pleasure to new heights. Instead of an athletic, breath-taking event, this kind of love-making is a slow, sensual build up of sensation. Derrek’s hands rove over my body, gripping my hips before cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. Our lips find each other like magnets, and now our kisses are slow and sensual as well. My tongue glides against his, then I nibble at his lush bottom lip before planting kisses down his neck and shoulder.

Derrek returns one hand to my hips, coaxing my body to move the way he wants. The other slips further between us, seeking entry. I angle slightly away and the pad of his thumb presses on my clit, slippery with the evidence of our desire for each other. He rubs firm circles while still pushing and pulling my hips in the deep rolling movement that’s igniting an entirely novel sensation inside me, triggering that coil of pressure deep in my belly.

My movements grow faster, more urgent, as every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire. I can’t tell if I need more or less of all these sensations. My thighs muscles burn from the effort.

Then he begins to move with me, his hips rising and meeting mine. Not in an impact, but more like a continuation of the movement, creating even more sensation.

One hand remains busy, but the other rises to cup my cheek.

Derrek’s gaze locks on mine, a depthless sincerity traveling between us.

I can’t look away; all of my focus concentrates on his beloved face. The all-consuming connection between us finally pushes me over the edge, sending me tumbling into a field of stars as my body shudders and clenches around him.

Derrek’s release comes seconds after mine, and as one, our motions gradually slow until we’re stopped, chests heaving and bodies slick with sweat.

He still hasn’t released my face, and now pulls me closer to him.

“I love you, Lilliana Harridan.” The words spill from his lips and unlock the last remaining wall between us.

A tear rolls down my cheek, and I gaze just as intently back at him when I answer, “I love you too, Derrek Garrow. I always have.”

His thumb swipes my tear away, and a coy smile curls his lips. “What if I told you to call me Leaf?”

I lean in and press a gentle kiss to his lips. “I’ll call you whatever you want, now that I get to call you mine.”

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Lilliana

I shouldn’t be surprised that it’s midday when I’m finally roused from the deep, peaceful slumber. We didn’t get back to Smoky Falls until the time some people rise to hit the gym, and then our activities once we got here… well, we were up quite a bit longer.

I’m draped across Derrek’s body, my head cradled against his shoulder. He continues to breathe deeply, obviously still asleep, and I don’t want to disturb him, so I try not to move. His heart beats steadily in his chest, and I listen to it, comforted by the slow and forceful thumps in my ear.

Once we cooled down from our exertions on the couch, the celebration of our reunion continued into the bedroom. And when we finally finished making love, Derrek revealed he had another surprise in store for me.

I didn’t know what to expect, but I found myself lovingly bathed and caressed, then fed and cuddled until I drifted off. The way he tended to me was almost uncomfortable in his deference, as if I were some kind of deity rather than a girl who grew up on the streets.

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