Page 31 of Forged Alliances

She let out a loud cry before a “fuck you” slipped past her lips, causing him to smile. He returned to her clit, the quick motions of his tongue eliciting a reaction from her. The smooth skin of her thigh pressed against his cheek, and he broke from his attentions to bite the supple flesh. Her claws pricked out in response, digging a groove into the wooden desk she gripped.

“I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll forget your name,” he said as a smirk curled his lips. Dax trailed his tongue down her thigh, closer and closer to her core. Her legs quivered at the attention, and she tilted her hips up again in response.

“Stop fucking around,” she swore, sweat beading her forehead. She bit her lip, her heels digging in even harder. He leaned in, his tongue gliding against her clit again and eliciting a jump from her. Dax began working her clit at a punishing rhythm, faster and faster, causing her thighs to tremble. The desk squeaked beneath them, and more papers fluttered to the floor as Sierra’s cries exploded through the air. Her voice grew higher and louder, as if she didn’t give a damn if the whole bar could hear.

Her legs quaked as she came, her hips thrust toward his mouth as her entire body tightened and then released like a wrung rag. She blinked, her eyes glowing with satisfaction, the sort that made her purr. He adjusted himself at the sight, his erection growing painful with need for a similar release.

“Holy hell, Williams,” she murmured, running a hand through her sweat-soaked strands. “Where the hell did you learn how to do that?” Slowly she sat up on the desk, even though her arms trembled a bit with the movement.

A mischievous smile crossed his lips. “Us feline folk are good with our tongues.” His cock throbbed at the sight of her, hair tousled as she lay there, undone.

Her gaze traveled to the bulge in his pants, and her brow quirked up. “You don’t think I’d leave you high and dry, do you?”

Dax scratched his nape, not wanting to reveal how badly he wanted her lips around his cock right now. “I’m good, sweetheart.”

Sierra snorted as she slipped off the desk and onto her bare feet. “Like hell you are.” She crossed the inches of space between them and snapped the button of his jeans open. Tilting her head up, she planted a slow and sensual kiss on his lips, full of lazy satisfaction as she unzipped his jeans. The thick fabric to pooled around the floor. Dax kicked them off behind him, turned on by the confidence of her movements. She gripped the elastic of his boxer-briefs.

His cock tested the tensile strength of the fabric, and as Sierra tugged them down, she slipped to her knees with wolfish agility. Her eyes gleamed amber, and she licked her lips as her gaze glided up and down his cock. Dax’s throat grew dry, witty responses abandoned in the wake of the hunger gripping him. He kicked off the boxer-briefs, his heart in his throat as she grinned up at him before tracing her finger down his length.

The contact jolted through him, causing his breath to hitch.

“Damnit, woman,” he cursed. Sierra’s secretive smile at the response was so goddamn hot he almost tossed reason out the window to take her then and there. Except then she placed her lips around his cock, the wet heat of her mouth nearly making him lose his load. Dax let out a groan as he glided his fingers through her hair, tugging it into a fist.

His balls tightened in response as she curled her delicate fingers around his shaft. She began working his length with her mouth, moving with a sinuous smoothness guaranteed to push him to the edge. He’d been fantasizing about her for days, to the point his cock and balls ached. About the soft, full lips wrapped around his dick and the thick coil of hair between his fingers as he tilted his pelvis to fuck her mouth.

Her tongue stroked up and down his length as she moved in time with him. The hot suction of her mouth caused his thighs to tense, and hell, sparked his body to life as if he skated on the edge of a pool, ready to dive deep. His erection pulsed to the rhythm she created, the cycle he thrust his hips forward to as she sucked him down each time. Each time bringing him closer and closer to oblivion.

She twisted with the hand wrapped around his cock right as she descended again, the extra impetus sending him over the edge.

His fingers tightened in her hair as his balls squeezed. Ecstasy flooded through him with the crash of the tides, and his cock kicked out as he came. Sierra kept her lips around his length, milking him for all he was worth as more cum spilled into her mouth. He floated sky high, euphoria crawling through his veins while his head spun from the rush. Finally he stopped coming, and Sierra pulled back, wiping her forearm over her glistening lips before she swallowed.

He reached out and pulled her up by the hand, trying to mask the way his legs quaked in the aftershocks of his orgasm. Sierra had the same self-satisfied smirk on her face that he’d had minutes before, and Dax couldn’t help himself. He brushed a finger under her chin as he planted a long and lingering kiss on her lips.

“Feeling a little calmer?” she asked, leaning against the desk again.

Dax snorted. “Mellow as anything. I’m ready to curl up and take a nap now. Don’t mind if I purr.”

Sierra shoved him in the side. “Ha, hilarious,” she said drily, shooting him a look. “You have a celebration ready for you out there, so you better make an appearance. Your pack’s been through a lot too. They need this as much as you do.”

“You ruin everything,” he muttered, fishing his underwear from the floor before he began sliding his clothes back on. “I’d be happy celebrating between the sheets, all night if you catch my drift.” He sneaked a glance at her. Despite the seriousness in her tone, a furtive smile clung to her face. He’d take his victories where he could get them.

“Sooner rather than later, we’ll have to have the talk,” Sierra said as she followed suit, slipping her jean shorts back on. She tossed her shredded thong into the wastebasket.

Dax shrugged. “I can last a while with this sort of fun, so take as long as you like, babe. I’m patient.”

Sierra shot him a glare. “So every time I speak to a guy, you’re going to go rage-crazy and we’ll have to address things? The only reason your hormones are brewing around there like a teenager is because this bond is unresolved.”

Wickedness sparked in his smile. “If this is addressing things, I have to say I’m not minding this scenario very much.”

Sierra smacked his head before she sauntered to the door. She paused with her hand on the handle. “See you out there, big guy.” She winked before she vanished into the kitchen.

Dax ran a hand through his sweat-soaked hair, his wifebeater now clinging to the film along his skin. Although his desire had been slaked for the time being, one taste was not enough.

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