Page 56 of Moonlighting with the Werewolf

She bent over, heart-shaped ass in the air, and assured him that I wouldn’t be a bad dog and hurt him.

I growled and, when she cast a dirty look over her shoulder, said, “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt your kitty. But you,woman, are asking for it. Calling me a bad dog. Bending over like that, practically begging me to attack you.”

Kerrigan straightened and batted her eyes at me. “Begging. That’s a good idea, making you beg.”

“Not gonna happen.”

One eyebrow shot up. “We’ll see. Which, come to think of it, I should’ve used my chance to make you say ‘please’ with that whole speech in the car. Maybe I won’t forgive you.”

I strode toward her. “Too late.”

“You hungry? I don’t have much, but?—”

I crashed my mouth over hers, sweeping my tongue in for a taste. “Not for food. There’s only one thing I want right now.” A thought hit me, one I wanted to bat away because I couldn’t imagine going a minute longer without burying myself in her wet pussy. However, there were certain lines I never crossed. “Are you still drunk? If you’re not sober enough to consent?—”

“I’m sober enough, and I totally consent. I wouldn’t go for a joy ride behind the wheel of a car, but I’m going to enjoy riding you.” Kerrigan dragged her finger across my pecs, down the center of my abdomen, and then swiped her finger back and forth along the waistband of my jeans until I was rock hard.

A grunt came out as she cupped me over the denim, and I caught her hand and peered into her eyes for my own assessment.

“Watch.” Kerrigan stood on one foot and placed her finger on the tip of her nose. “Want me to recite the alphabet backward? Rattle off the veterinarian hypocritic oath?” She put her hand up in the square. “I solemnly swear to use my scientific knowledge and skills for the?—”

“Good enough,” I said, planting my hands on her ass and hauling her against me to finish the devouring kiss I’d started. As I rolled my tongue over hers, she hooked my shirt in her thumbs and peeled it off me. While she went up, I went down, unbuttoning her jeans and shoving them down around her knees.

She bent to remove them, so I shucked my pants, kicking at the fabric until it fell to the floor. Kerrigan didn’t have as much luck, her ankles getting entangled in the denim. She stumbled into me, and I caught her around the waist and propelled us backward until I fell to the couch with her in my arms.

She sank further onto me as she reached for her bound ankles, still working at removing her pants. With her silk-covered pussy so exquisitely notched against my hard-on, I forewent offering to help so I could bask in the divine friction. At the feel of her damp heat, I groaned and arched my hips, too impatient to wait to get more of her on more of me.

After she freed her legs, she explored my neck with her tongue, tracing my Adam’s apple and then sucking the spot where my throat met my jaw.

Once my fingers found their way to the clasp of her bra, I quickly undid it and ridded her of the last scrap of fabric between me and her breasts. With one hand, I kneaded her, plucking my thumb over her hardened nipple and groaning as she rocked against me.

I dipped my head, flicking the other pink nub with my tongue before drawing a lazy circle around it. Her shallow breaths spurred me on, and I dragged my scruffy chin across the sensitive underside of her curves, grinning at her whimper. “Remember the promise I made you that night over the phone, when I jerked off to the image of you touching yourself?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed.

“I intend to keep it. Now, open your eyes and watch so you can see just how perfectly your tits fit in my mouth.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

I shudderedas Conall sucked my breast into his mouth.

His eyes remained on mine as he lightly dug his teeth into the skin. “The first night we met, you asked me not to bite you. How would you feel about me biting you now?”

A whimper came out, and I tipped back my head, willing him to do it—evidently, I was more masochistic than I realized. Last second, I hesitated. “Wait. If you bite me, will I...? Turn into a werewolf?”

Conall flicked my hardened nipple with the tip of his tongue, and my eyes rolled back in my head. “It’s more complicated than that. It’d require a bite from an alpha, sinking the teeth into a vein, and injecting quite a bit of toxin. In other words, I’d never do it accidentally.”

“Okay, then. Yeah, I want you to bite me. Bite mehard.”

His teeth broke the skin, tiny pinpricks of pleasure and pain he prolonged by raking stinging lines across the swell of my breast, all the way to my nipple.

He moved to give the other side the same treatment, his groan vibrating all the way down to my sex. My body turned into a ravenous, hazy mess, and I rubbed myself over his hardness,cursing the fact that my panties were still in the way. “I need you inside of me, Conall. Remember how I don’t have any patience? And what little I have is all used up.”

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be,” he said, scooting us to the end of the couch. He stood with me in his arms, and while I wondered how he moved so smoothly, at the moment, I didn’t really care. Questions might delay gratification, and I wasn’t willing to risk it.

As he carried me down the hall, I fused our mouths together, taking charge of the devouring while he did the propelling.

“Bedroom?” he asked in a husky voice that scored a searing to the tips of my toes. “Second door on the left.”

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