Page 13 of Dawn of the Pack

Her eyes glimmer in the low light. “I don’t know, exactly. I just know that I want you, Milo. Isn’t that enough?” She stands, claiming my mouth again and sliding a hand down my belly, under my waistband. Her fingers trail down my length before she palms me and squeezes gently.

I suck in a sharp breath, willing myself not to lose control. Her every touch is like lightning on my flesh, and I’m struggling to hold back the instincts telling me to tear her clothes off and claim her. I’ve never been this close to the edge before, and it’s maddening and intoxicating all wrapped up in one delicious, curly-haired package.

Lily scrapes her teeth along my neck, planting kisses under my jaw. Suddenly, she nips my earlobe with her teeth and sucks it into her hot mouth. She’s everywhere, her touch all over my body as if she had a thousand hands, a million fingers. My eyelids flutter shut and another animal-like groan escapes my lips.

My well-thought-out plans for our first time mean nothing; all that matters is what my mate wants, what she needs. If this is her desire, then I’m more than willing to give it to her… but I need to be sure.

It takes a herculean effort, but I summon the willpower to interrupt again. My voice is rough when I ask, “Are you sure this is what you want? If you’re just trying to work out the frustration, I’m happy to give you release. No return required.” I’m actually quite proud of myself for getting the words out, considering the stroke of her hand has made me so painfully hard I’ll need to take care of it, with or without her help.

“It’s not frustration, Milo. I just want… you close to me.” She breathes the words into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. The difference between her forceful actions and hesitant words still leaves doubt in my mind.

I wish my tone was more commanding, but it comes out almost like a plea. “What do you want? Tell me, Lily.” I can’t help it. I need to hear her say it. To be absolutely sure.

She pulls back, emerald gaze locking on mine. “I want you. All of you. In the way an alpha claims her mate.”

A shiver of anticipation runs through me, my last vestiges of self control melting like ice cream in the summer sun. Yes. I’ve waited for her my entire life, thought about this moment more times than I could possibly count.

My fingers tangle in her wild hair, and I gaze into her eyes with a lump in my throat. “Lily, I-”

She presses a finger to my lips, cutting off my words. A faint blush appears on her pale skin and she says, “Let me.”

Lily pulls free of my grasp, drawing her fingers from my erection and immediately hooking both hands into the waistband of my boxers while lowering herself to the edge of my bed. When she pushes my jeans down my legs, my rigid length bobs in front of her face, begging for attention. The cool air is delicious against the inferno of my skin, and I’m practically shaking with anticipation of her next move. She wraps one hand around me, blowing lightly across the tip already glistening with liquid, then drags her tongue up and around my head before wrapping her perfect lips around it.

A groan rumbles in my chest; I’ve never allowed another woman to touch me. I’ve only done what I thought was necessary for me to learn to please my future mate. The sensation of her hot, wet mouth is more than I was prepared for. My hand instinctively fists in her hair as I struggle to remain still. “You don’t have to…” I hear myself muttering, fighting the instinct to thrust myself forward. I nearly lose all control as she takes me deeper between those wickedly soft lips. My other hand rises, tugging gently on her hair as my hips rock, seeking more of her heat.

The action must encourage her because she wraps a hand around my shaft and sucks me deeply into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat. The sensation is unreal, and I release a string of curse-laden praises for my perfect mate. A gagging sound nearly stops me completely, but she pulls away and slides her hands up and down, spreading her saliva to coat me and enhance the incredible feeling of her skin on mine. I’m perfectly happy to enjoy her strokes, but she determinedly swallows me down again and again, figuring out her tolerance and rhythm quickly. It’s tempting to lose myself to the pleasure, but if she keeps this up, I’m going to explode in her throat. Which is absolutely not how I want this to end.

Not this time, anyway.

Summoning every scrap of my remaining willpower, I cup her face and pull free from her sweet mouth. She protests, but I pull her up gently and claim her lips with mine. The intensity of this kiss is like a simmering inferno. We’ve shared sweet and sultry kisses, even kisses filled with lust and desire. But now there’s no more frantic energy, just a deep, burning certainty that this is absolutely right.

Pausing our kisses, I step out of my shoes, followed by my jeans—and end up standing absolutely naked before my fully clothed mate. Her gaze travels up and down my body, emerald eyes glimmering with desire as she takes in every inch of me, exposed and waiting for her. Her tongue slips over her lower lip, drawing it between her teeth as her gaze finally lands on mine.

Now that she feasted her eyes, I close the distance between us and inhale her intoxicating scent. Even fully clothed, I can smell her desire, and I restrain myself from shoving my hand in her jeans to sink my fingers in the wetness waiting for me. I’ll get there soon enough.

I duck my hands under the hem of her shirt and slowly, sensually run them up her sides, peeling the garment from her body. She’s already tugging down her own jeans, kicking them off in much the same manner as I did. All that’s left between us is few little scraps of light purple lace.

I bite down on my lip to suppress a growl. Those little matching sets are so infernally sexy, especially on Lily. My hand slips between us as I pull her in for another deep, earth-shattering kiss. The heat between her legs is heavenly, and my fingers scrape against the fabric to find it completely soaked with her desire for me. She moans against my lips, pressing herself against my hand, silently begging me for more.

Happy to oblige, I press more firmly, then slip my fingers under the lace so there’s no barrier between her hot flesh and mine. Lily’s head tips back, and the shuddering gasp she releases almost sends me over the edge. But I fight to keep my control, withdrawing the fingers coated with her desire and sliding them into my mouth with my eyes locked on hers.

Lily wastes no more time, and her lingerie swiftly falls to the floor, leaving her beautiful, flushed body on full display. Her eyes are deep pools of emerald, chest rising and falling beneath her tangle of dark curls. Molten desire floods through me like I’ve never experienced before. I’ve never admired another woman like my fated mate; she’s the pinnacle of every need, perfectly suited for me just as I’m made for her. The surety of it fills me; the surety of her, of us, and of this moment.

If things had followed my plans, I’d have laid out the perfect scene, chosen the perfect moment, managed every detail down to the last flickering candle. But ironically enough, it didn’t come down to my plans at all. Lily chose this moment, and that makes it even more perfect.

Cupping her cheeks with trembling fingers, I utter, “You are everything I’ve ever wanted. You are my queen, my goddess. Now it’s time for me to worship you the way you deserve.” I plant a kiss against her parted lips before lifting her onto the bed and covering her body with mine.

Peppering her smooth skin with open-mouthed kisses along her neck, I nip at her shoulder, gradually working my way down to her soft curves. Her nails dig into my back when I draw a pert pink nipple between my lips, teeth grazing the firm pebble. Her back arches off the bed, silently demanding more. My hand rises to replace my lips, pinching lightly as I continue my perusal down her silky stomach, over her hipbone, until I reach the part of her body I’ve been desperate to taste since we arrived.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, her eyes soft, breathing shallow as she parts her legs before me. With grateful release, I dive in like a starving man attacks his favorite meal.

LILLIANA

A gasp bursts past my lips as Milo buries his face between my thighs. His talented tongue sends immediate waves of pleasure through my body, causing my legs to quake. Even though I’ve enjoyed his particular form of worship before, something about this time feels different. Perhaps it’s knowing another piece of the puzzle that is Milo Vernice, or perhaps it’s knowing that we won’t stop here. I’ve spent far too long waiting for things to happen to me, not sure how to choose what I wanted and when. Tonight, I choose to claim Milo as my own, cementing our bond as firmly as an oath sworn before a priest.

I have no experience to draw on; just some general knowledge about how certain things work that I’ve compiled from health class, secrets whispered between teenage girls, and lewd comments shouted by men on the street. Things that had never quite been intriguing enough to attempt until tonight. Kissing Milo, touching his skin and feeling his erection pressed between my legs, fed a wild instinct that quickly took over. It had never interested me before, but I was struck with a sudden desire to run my tongue over the silky flesh of him, taste his desire the way he’d tasted mine. And the more he reacted to my actions, the further I craved to go. My fingers practically had a mind of their own. A deep, throbbing need for him rose within me like the tide, a desire to open myself to him, to welcome him into my body, into my flesh. To be as close to him as one person can be to another.

Tingling spreads across my skin as Milo increases his efforts, forcing my wandering mind back to the present. His arms wrap around my legs, hands pulling me firmly to the experienced lips of my mate. Slowly, he pulls back, gazing up at me with adoring, lustful eyes as he releases my left hip.

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