Page 78 of Moonlighting with the Werewolf

“Then I’ll only do extremely proper and nice things.” I tapped my lip. “Maybe request a cuppa tea. Force you to watch me drink it while fully clothed and seated at least six feet away.”

Conall scowled down at me, the expression softened by the slight quirk in the corner of his mouth. “Why, Dr. Ryan, how can you possibly so unreasonable?”

I gasped and jabbed a finger into his firm chest. “Howdareyou? That’smyline, and you know it.”

He chuckled and snagged the hem of my shirt. He peeled the fabric up and over, a prickle zipping across my scalp when my hair momentarily caught the buttons. My pants went next, followed by my bra and my panties, and then he raked his heated gaze over me.

A thought concerning this being our very last chance to have sex flitted through my mind, and I promptly shoved it away—tonight was ours and ours alone.

Soft lips and rough scruff made for a heady combination, and goose bumps spread across my skin as Conall sniffed me, dragging the tip of his nose and tongue up the column of my neck. God, I was going to miss that. Who would’ve guessed that being inhaled could be so damn sexy?

As he carried on with the delicious showering of affection, I roamed the dips and grooves of his torso with my fingers, grinning at the way his muscles twitched under my touch. By the time I made it to the waistband of his jeans, his ever-growing bulge was stretched to the limit, leaving the pants tight enoughthey wouldn’t come undone without a fight. Although, I’d be the one to win this battle in the end.

A sigh of relief escaped him as he sprang free of the tight fabric, and I quickly shucked off the denim, a thrill going through me at his lack of underwear.

“Easy access, am I right?” I muttered, and his deep laugh vibrated through me. As I sat up, the same cock that’d dangled in front of my face the night we met was hard and ready.

I skirted my touch down his happy trail, and his arousal bobbed with my movements, doing its damnedest to reach for my palm. Same way the throbbing bundle of nerves between my thighs always sought out his touch—it was about time I gave him a taste of his own medicine.

Power replaced the blood in my veins and, featherlight, I drifted a fingertip along the top of his shaft. “I know that things between us won’t be the same after tomorrow, and that we’ll never get to be this way again. But tell me you’re still mine, that you’llalwaysbe mine.”

Conall cupped my chin and angled my face toward his. Our eyes locked, the intensity within the depths as exquisite as it was catastrophic. “I’m fucking yours, sweetheart. I’ve been yours since the night you saved my life.” He crashed his mouth to mine, claiming it with a possessive kiss. “I’ll always be yours, no matter what.”

Tears burned my eyes. I did my best to blink them back, telling myself not to think about the after, only to appreciate the gift of getting one last night together. “And my heart will always belong to you, just like every other part of me does.”

This amazing man loved me, in a monumentally different way than anyone had ever loved me before. I considered it an undisputable fact, in the same way I knew that an octopus had three hearts. While I only possessed one of the life-giving organs, it felt as though the love I felt for Conall would fill three.

He was willing to relinquish everything he wanted just to keep the people he loved safe.

It was time for me to give now, and my mouth watered as I eyed the object of my obsession.

I nudged his shoulder, applying pressure until his back hit the bed. Then I straddled him, the awe I experienced as I studied his body riling me into a state of needy devotion. I worshiped his pecs with my mouth, traced a line down his abs with my tongue, and lapped at theVof his obliques.

His fingers drove into my hair, and tingles zipped across my scalp as he wound the strands around his fist and tugged. After torturing him for a minute or so by swiping my tongue excruciating close to the base of his arousal, I slowly licked my way up.

He groaned, and his eyes rolled back in his head. I poised my mouth over the head of his cock, opened wide, and sucked him into my mouth, nice and deep. His hips jerked, his breaths spilling out in huffs as I continued licking and sucking.

Conall propped himself up on his elbows, watching me for several steamy seconds, his eyes so dark I could no longer make out his pupils. The muscles I’d committed to memory tensed, each one of them popping out. I conducted my own experiment, seeing what part of his torso corresponded to what I was doing with my lips and tongue.

Then he leaned over and dug his long fingers into my hips.

“Wait, I’m not finished,” I complained, the words coming out muffled.

“Yeah, me neither,” he said, picking me up and swiveling my body around so that my pussy landed on his mouth.

A wanton noise burst from me as he licked up the seam of me, all the way to my clit, and wetness pooled between my thighs. Satisfaction rumbled through his throat as I renewed my blow-job efforts.

He ate me out, the languid swipes too much and yet not enough. If I didn’t come soon, I feared I might die from want.

My nipples tightened along with all my muscles as he circled my clit with his tongue. Tremors formed, the scratch of his whiskers on my inner thighs amplifying the myriad of euphoric sensations claiming my body.

“I’ve gotta drink you up while I can,” Conall muttered against my sensitive flesh. I rode his face as I alternated between sucking and swirling my tongue around his hard length.

Pressure built and built, a kettle rocking and ready to blow. He brushed his thumbs over the lips of my sex, and just like that, the tightly coiled tension burst and left me screaming Conall’s name.

Gravity shifted, no longer holding me to the earth but sending me soaring through the air, and I pressed my cheek against his erection, unable to focus on giving it the requisite attention while I was flying through time and space.

Gradually my soul returned to my body, and an overly pleased werewolf flipped me on my back and flashed me an ear-to-ear grin.

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