Page 45 of Blue Moon Mistress

It doesn’t take long to figure out that Thomas is averypatient man.

His wicked tongue and fingers take me right up to the edge and he pulls back, kissing the inside of my thigh and holding me there with an even pressure on my clit with his thumb.

“Would you like to set a goal?”

“A goal?” I ask, completely unsure if I’ll be able to understand him.

He nods, dragging his nose against my knee before he kisses it. “I am a very goal-oriented person. How about we shoot for four orgasms before I go?”

“I’d like to be able to walk tomorrow.”

He laughs with me. But I can’t laugh for long when his tongue finds me again.

If I was worried this would be quick and dirty, I was wrong. Thomas is methodical… focused.

Each time I squirm, he tightens his grip on my hips.

I want to ask him how he got this good at eating pussy. But that would require the ability to speak.

All I can manage is gasps and moans.

“Thomas…” I say his name, not knowing if it’s meant as a warning or a plea.

His response is a groan that rumbles straight through me and I flinch as he draws back, one long pull on my clit.

But his fingers take up where his tongue left off and he looks up my body, a dark grin on his face.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asks.

I nod, the movement jerky and throwing my hair over my face. Before I can sweep it away, he’s on me again and this time, each nip and suck is sharper, brighter.

His name is a whisper as I arch against him, trying to take both fingers and tongue deeper.

He doesn’t let me have any control as he works me higher and I clench my hands on the sheets to keep from grabbing his hair to hold him in place while I ride his face.

The thought of that is what tips me over the edge—knowing he’d like it.

I cry out as the orgasm hits me, but Thomas stays put, riding the first wave and then coaxing every last tremor he can from me.

It feels like hours and seconds all at once as my head stops spinning from the pleasure.

He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “God, I love that.”

His chest rises and falls, heavy with the desire I can see in his eyes.

Werewolves always have gorgeous bodies, but Thomas… Coachly duties have made his chest a wide expanse of toned, lean muscle.

I reach for him, dragging my nails over the lightly peppered hair on his chest. He straightens before I can drag them down, but my eyes follow his flat stomach down to see the faint lines of his abs and that V that is visible, but not so pronounced it’s gross.

“You’re certain about that condom?” He looks at me waiting for my answer before he gets anywhere near me.

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m safe with all of you, right?”

Something different, dangerous, flashes in his eyes. “If one of us ever hurts you, the rest of us will tear him apart.”

“That won’t be necessary.” I press up on my elbows and brush my lips against his. “We both know none of you would ever do that.”

He doesn’t look completely convinced, so I kiss his cheek, and move further toward his ear. “Unless I ask for it.”

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