Page 45 of Fated to the Wolf Prince

The dirty words had me climbing higher, a possessive streak I didn’t know I had rearing up in exultation at the idea ofmarkinghim, and then his lips fastened to my clit, tongue playing with the hoodjust soand the stars careening overhead blurred as I came, my entire body lit up like fireflies in June.

He didn’t stop, though, his tongue gentling on me as the aftershocks rolled through, pushing them along until I lay there, completely spent in his arms.

“Kane that was…”

“Good?” he provided, and I couldn’t help the indelicate snort that escaped.

Good? My college boyfriend never lasted more than five minutes, and thatincludedthe part where he was inside me.

“Incredible.Almostas incredible as you,” I said. He gently lowered my legs from his shoulders to the warm water in the spring, leaning up and over me so he could look me in the eyes as we spoke, and I let my fingers play over his damp chest, content to lie there with him. There was a small sprinkling of black hair over his hard pecs, trailing down to disappear into the waistband of his boxers. He grunted when I let my nail tease one of his flat nipples.

“Just wait, my heart—that was only the beginning. I’m going to learn every single place on your body that makes you whimper, and it will be the greatest joy of my life to make you come screaming on my tongue every single night.”

I moaned, unable to hold it back at the image he painted. Combined with the heat radiating off him, it was a heady combination. Something in my chest jerked, tugging me closer to him. Was this really my life? How did I get so damn lucky to get Kane as a mate? I owed the Goddess some sort of thank-you offering, STAT.

His erection, still trapped in the wet boxers, rubbed against my inner thigh in this position, and I realized that while I was lounging around like the Queen of Sheba waiting on my orgasm-fogged brain to clear, he hadn’t evenaskedme to take care of his needs. My mouth watered at the idea of peeling him out of those boxers and tasting him.

I let the boldness take over and wrapped both arms around his neck and pulled him down flush to my chest.

He rumbled happily at the contact, so I reached up and snapped off the tie that held my bikini top in place. He froze as the cups came loose, as if he wasn’t breathing, and I laughed lightly, teasing him.

“Never seen a pair of breasts before, big bad alpha?”

His much-larger hands enveloped mine, taking the straps from me and putting just enough distance between us that he could see me as he peeled them down my skin with painstaking slowness.

There wasn’t a hint of laughter in his tone when he said, “I’ve never seenyourbreasts before, and I don’t want to miss one single second.” He’d started slowly, but I could see the spark in his eyes when he lost his patience and pulled my top free, flung it to the side, forgotten, as the last of me was revealed.

His groan sent a bolt of heat to my core, and suddenly, I was right back to the edge, all liquid need andwant. How did he do that?

Romance books might like to talk about eighteen back-to-back orgasms, sure, but I was a perfectly content one-and-done girl, myself. Things weresensitivedown there after, and I was easy enough to please.

Apparently, not with Kane. One groan, and I was about to beg him to touch me, take me.Mark me.

I didn’t have to ask.

TWENTY-NINE

Kane

The sight of her took my breath away. I’d thought that saying was an exaggeration, but with Brielle? She stopped my heart in my chest and froze the air in my lungs. She was flawless: creamy, perfect skin, her breasts two mounds that were just more than a handful. Irresistible pink buds already stood at attention at the tips, waiting for my mouth.

I couldn’t resist another second, or my dick was going to punch a hole through my boxers. I laved her left nipple with my tongue, cupping both sides in my hands, squeezing and rolling gently to see what she responded to, what she liked. But my little Texas firecracker? She was so responsive, it was like she was made for me. Every touch, every kiss, every nibble, and I don’t even think she realized the effect she was having.

Soft sighs and deep groans had me throbbing, and her taste… Goddess. She was the finest honey I’d ever tasted, and I knew nothing else on the planet could satisfy me the way her sweetness did. She buzzed on my tongue, set me on fire, and I would never get enough, not if I lived another thousand years by her side. She was a goddess in the flesh, and I was duty bound to worship her. It would be the greatest glory of my life to love my mate the way she deserved, starting tonight.

She was right there with me, arching deeper into my mouth, practically purring under my fingertips, when I heard running footsteps. My wolf snarled, not pleased about being interrupted when we werefinallywhere we wanted to be with our mate. Hot, ready, and willing to take our bond to the next level.Trusting. She was trusting me with herself, and with her past. And I wasn’t going to take that honor lightly.

I ignored the footsteps at first, continuing to switch back and forth between sides as I nipped her quickly reddening nipples lightly, knowing that I had warned everyone away from this spot so we could have the entire night to ourselves if needed. There was nothing more important or precious than this time, building our bond. She was mine for life, and she deserved all that I had to give her.

Granted, I hadn’t planned for the conversation to gothiswell, but I would never complain about having my mate’s cream slick down my chin and neck. But the footsteps pounded closer, and I released her tightly furled nipple with a low growl, resting a warning hand on her shoulder as I looked up.

Gael’s scent wafted to my nostrils a second before he would have rounded the corner.

“Stop!” My alpha command sent him skidding to a stop at the edge of the rocks that rimmed our hot spring oasis. I quickly raised a lust-dazed Brielle off the rocks and pulled her back into the hot springs. My wolf was not pleased to be interrupted, and her nudity wasmine. The water lapped at her collarbone, and I checked to make sure she was steady before I climbed out of the water.

“What is it? Is something wrong?” she asked, her lovely brown eyes still glowing bright with her wolf as she tried to spin toward him.

“Come!” I barked, not bothering to soften my tone with my second. I couldn’t, really, with my wolf riding me as hard as he was to take our mate.

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