Page 88 of Dawn of the Pack

Finally allowing my body to do as it pleases, my hands run over her form, cupping her breasts, squeezing her nipples through the fabric.

Without breaking our kiss, she moans throatily in response to my touch, and it only drives me more wild.

Lilliana’s fingers tangle in my hair, tugging me to her, forcing me to bend and release her breasts. My hands instead find better purchase on her perfect ass, and I squeeze, pulling her hips toward mine.

Then she moans again, and even that contact is not nearly enough.

My hands slide between her thighs and I lift her, pulling her against my body to settle her legs around my hips. Now I’m able to kiss along her jaw and down her porcelain throat, running my tongue across her sweet and salty skin.

With her head thrown back to allow me better access, her little hands tighten on my hair, fisting and tugging it, pulling my head toward her.

I have to get control of myself, or I’m going to put in an embarrassingly short performance after all this buildup.

“Derrek…” her breathy moan is like a lit match to my parched tinder. Lilliana fills my senses to the brim - her wild and sweet fragrance, her taste on my tongue, her soft curves molding perfectly to the hard edges of my body..

I manage a few steps—just to get us into the living room—before I set her gently back on the floor, savoring every inch of her as she squeezes against me. Claiming her mouth once more, I quickly realize my mate has already taken over and I’m no longer the one in charge.

With a throaty growl, she tears at my borrowed shirt, yanking at the buttons instead of taking the time to undo them. I decide to help her out and grab the collar at the back of my neck, tugging the whole thing off in one swift move.

When I discard the piece of clothing between us, Lilliana rests her splayed hands against my chest and smooths her palms over my lean muscles. They dance and flex under her touch, reacting to the sensation of electricity shooting across my skin. My hands tremble, but I don’t reach for her; I know she wants to take her time.

Just like I plan to do when it’s my turn.

She holds my gaze with her gleaming emerald eyes, her hands wandering lower down my abdomen until they find the fastening on my borrowed cargo pants. The anticipation is killing me; if I thought we were a blazing fire before, this is more like a solar flare. Every inch of my body is alight with heat and practically screaming for her touch. Then, with a seductive smirk, she pops the button and slowly slides the zipper open. With no further restraint, my erection bobs between us.

Tremors run through my body, but I continue to resist the urge to throw her on the couch and pillage her in every way I know how. The tension of waiting, of willing her hands to drop lower, is an excitement I can’t remember ever having for another woman. Because obviously I didn’t know it before, I wasn’t aware; but somehow my subconscious knew there was only this woman, this incredible woman, who was my mate. And no one else even came close.

My gaze is locked on her face, and I suck in a breath when Lilliana’s tongue darts out, sweeping a path along her lower lip as she eyes my erection. Without a word she drops to her knees, and I draw in a shaking breath in anticipation of her next move so strong it’s almost painful.

As soon as her fingertips meet the pulsing skin of my erection, it throbs noticeably in response. Evidently pleased with herself for drawing a reaction from me so easily, she grins wickedly and wraps her fingers around my girth, squeezing and stroking me in a divinely torturous way. I watch her every move, drinking in the sight of the woman I’ve loved for much longer than I realized.

Watching my reaction, she runs her tongue over her lower lip again and then across the tip of my head. I try to maintain eye contact, but her next move is to suck my hard length into her warm, wet mouth and my eyes roll back in my head, an appreciative groan escaping my lips. I steady myself with one hand on her shoulder and the other twisted in her soft, wild hair. This dynamic, where she does what she wants to me, is not my typical style. But there’s something even more erotic knowing that I didn’t even have to ask; she wanted me like this, and she made it happen. I resist the urge to rock my hips, not wanting to give her more than she can handle, letting her maintain control.

But my tenuous thread of restraint snaps when she hums, the vibration increasing the sensations by tenfold. My hips jerk forward, seeking more from her incredible mouth.

Bracing herself against my thighs, Lilliana pushes forward and swallows me whole, sliding me down the back of her throat with ease. A curse escapes my lips as a guttural groan. Unable to hold back any longer, I tighten my fingers in her hair and hold her in place so I can slide in and out of her hot little mouth.

When I pull back slowly, I instruct, “Drag your tongue along the underside.” She immediately flattens her tongue and curls the tip up, licking my shaft as it moves. “Yes, just like that,” I praise in a throaty growl. “Good girl.” I hold her hair back so I can watch myself slide in and out of her perfect lips.

She pulls back after a few strokes and I release her, a smile spreading across my face when she pauses to give me a devious little smirk. Her hands wrap around my shaft, squeezing and sliding, and with our gazes locked, she swirls her tongue around my bulbous head, making my entire body shudder with pleasure. I feel myself throb in her hands again, the pressure delicious but almost uncomfortable because it’s not moving. From the gleam in her beautiful eyes, she clearly knows exactly the power she has over me right now. And she’s eating it up.

But now it’s time I turn the tables and torture her sinful little body with pleasure.

When I pull away, her devious expression drops to shock, then confusion. But when I kick off my shoes and step out of my pants, she’s grinning again. I help her to her feet and our lips collide in a kiss filled with desperate, aching need for each other. Being more patient than my feisty little mate, I take the time to unbutton her shirt and manage it successfully with no need to break our kiss. The benefit of unexpectedly shifting into a wolf and having to borrow clothes means we don’t have to deal with pesky things like underwear, so once her pants are gone, she’s as naked as I am.

Knowing she’s shared some entry-level intimacy with the three younger men, I decide to use a few moves I’m positive they haven’t tried yet.

There are benefits to having an older man as a mate, which my little minx is about to learn.

Sinking to the floor, I brace one of her legs over my shoulder and wrap my arms around her hips. Lilliana gasps at the surprise, but it changes to a throaty moan when I run my tongue across her. She digs her hands into my hair, clutching my head and encouraging me deeper.

I happily comply, lapping at her molten center and probing every corner my tongue can reach. Holding her at the hip to steady her with one hand, I slip the other between her thighs and run my fingertips through her wetness. When they’re suitably slick, I plunge them slowly into her core and circle her throbbing bud with my tongue.

Finally, I can devour her with abandon, truly live the fantasy that’s plagued far too many of my nights. Everything about her is even better than I imagined, from her taste to her scent to the way she feels beneath my fingertips. I’ll never be able to get enough of this woman.

Her fingers twist and tug at my hair as her breathy moans turn deeper, filling my otherwise quiet apartment with the sounds of her pleasure. She grinds her pelvis against my face in a silent plea for more. Pressing my fingers deeper, I curl them to hit that elusive sweet spot. Her thigh trembles against my cheek, encouraging me to continue.

“Oh Derrek… more…” No longer commanding, her desperate plea is even more fuel to my fire.

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