Page 61 of The Hunt of Night

With her hands clamped down on my shoulders, she blinks down at me, anticipation rooting her to the spot, and I know I have her exactly where I want her.

Fuck.

Sweeping my tongue over her goosebumps, I release my hold on her waist to reach for the fastening of the cloak draped over her shoulders. It falls to the floor in one swift breath, somehow taking all of the oxygen with it as I gape up at her with need.

“I can’t fucking breathe,” she rasps, confirming exactly how I feel too, and I hum in agreement as I reach for the hem of her t-shirt once again, only this time, she helps me slip it from her body.

Her pebbled nipples are the first thing to draw my attention, tight and needy behind the black lace that fails to cover them from my view. I don’t move for them, even though I’m desperate to. Instead, I slip my hands beneath the waistband of her pants and slowly trail them down her thighs.

She remains balanced, hands on my shoulders as I make quick work of removing everything until she’s standing in her black lace bra and matching panties.

Fuck me.

An angel has never looked so sinful.

Finally removing my mouth from her skin, I lean back to get a good look at the woman who claims every inch of me without even trying. She doesn’t shy away from my gaze as I rake my eyes from head to toe. Her confidence only seems to blossom as she stands taller, preening under my appraisal.

When my gaze pauses at the apex of her thighs, I can’t stop myself. My hand shoots out, cupping that sweet pussy that brings me to my knees. She moans, her cries far more muted than I want, but it’s instantly rectified by the way she grinds against my palm, eager for more.

“This pussy just loves to be punished,” I breathe, and her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she bites back another groan.

With my free hand, I blindly search the bed beside me, finding the material I’m after before draping it over her shoulders. She doesn’t balk, she doesn’t push me away, she doesn’t put an end to anything.

It takes everything in me to release her pussy so I can secure it around her neck, but when I do, it’s oh-so fucking worth it.

“You look good in green, Alpha,” I state, relishing in my origin-issued cloak draped around her.

I cup her pussy again, my favorite thing to do, as I watch her eyes widen and swirl with a mixture of emotions I can’t quite decipher.

She’s thinking too much.

“Are you ready to venture into your wolf, Addi? Not now. Right now you’re all fucking mine, but soon?”

The words hang in the air, leaving me on bated breath with my cloak around her shoulders and her pussy warming the palm of my hand.

She nods.

One single nod and that’s all I need.

“Good. Now put that thought away for later. You’re thinking too much and I’m going to put an end to that. All I want my Alpha to do is feel.”

I replace my palm with my mouth in the next moment, nipping at her through the dark lace and eliciting a sweet moan from her parted lips. Her legs immediately tremble, so I stand, grabbing her waist and depositing her on my sheets as I loom over her.

As much as I like seeing her standing tall for me, watching her beneath my frame is something else entirely.

Reaching for her face, I swoop a hand down her cheek, along her jawline, down her elongated throat as she arches beneath me. Down between the sweet crevice of her breasts, I edge the lace that shields her from me, tugging just enough at the material to reveal her nipples that plead for my attention.

It’s not in me to disappoint right now, so her taut peak is in my mouth in the next breath, my hands continuing to trail over her exposed skin. As I swirl my tongue, I tug at her panties, feeling the material snag in my grasp, and I discard it without care.

One less barrier between us is exactly what I need.

Moving to her other needy nipple, I sink my teeth into the pebbled flesh as she groans, writhing beneath me, and I can’t contain my grin.

Look at us getting along. It’s always the case when we keep our mouths shut and let our bodies do the talking.

Trailing my lips down her stomach, swirling around her belly button, I press my palms against her thighs, spreading her wide, ready for the onslaught we both know is coming.

The first swipe of my tongue, from her core to her clit, has her practically leaping off the bed as a pleasured cry breaks from her lips.

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