Page 68 of A Dusk Of Stars

Then, abruptly, his mouth closes over mine, his tongue forcing its way inside. When it touches mine, that first contact sends a violent rush of thrill down my spine, making my arms fly to wrap around his shoulders.

Hungrily, he explores my mouth, stroking and chasing my tongue with his as his hands relentlessly map my body.

For a moment, it all makes me forget about my own agenda. Then, with his tongue still deep in my mouth, I grab onto his shoulder with one hand and slide the other down his crotch, feeling how rock-hard he is as his entire body goes rigid at my touch.

It surprises me, when he breaks the kiss and yanks my hand away, his mouth coming to hover next to my lips. “And what do you think you’re doing?” he asks in a husky voice.

I let out a little laugh. “It’s an intro into getting your pants off,” I whisper into his ear.

“Thatyou have to earn,” he whispers back.

“Earn?” I echo teasingly. “Thought I was just supposed to take what I wanted.”

“Oh you’ll be taking it,smartass,” he says as he lets go of my hand, threads his fingers through my hair and tugs my head back so I’m looking straight into his glazed eyes, “whenIsay so.”

Draping my arms over his shoulders, I throw him a smirk. “Andyouare… what exactly? Sir, master?” I quirk an eyebrow suggestively, rubbing myself against him. “Or do you prefer professor?”

His eyes narrow at me. “The longer you use that mouth to talk back,” he warns in a smoldering voice, “the greater your punishment.”

Laughter bubbles up my throat. “Yes,” I snicker, “punishme.”

“Yeah?” he snarls through gritted teeth as he lets go of my hair, one hand still on my waist. It makes my breath catch, when he uses the other one to mercilessly tug the neckline of my dress down, exposing my breast to the cold winter air.

His eyes dart down and I see hunger flash in them, but he quickly collects himself, gripping my waist and locking eyes with me again as he starts lowering his head. “Let’s see how long you keep that smug smile on your face.”

Without breaking eye contact, he opens his mouth and closes it around the already hard nipple, his tongue lightly flicking over. I struggle to keep my smirk on, failing as soon as he starts circling it languidly, one hand tightening around my waist and the other finding its way under my dress and between my legs.

His fingers hook under my panties and yank them to the side, his thumb doing a few slow circles around my clit before the fingers slide into the wetness between my legs and start working. I bite back a moan, but my eyes flutter shut and my fingers dig into the hard muscles of his shoulders.

Gods, there's something about his attention that's so intense, it's making me feel as if I've never been touched before.

He releases my nipple with a wet pop and I feel his breath on my face. “I guess not long after all,” I hear him say in a raggedvoice, but I no longer know what he’s talking about. The way his fingers keep pushing in and out of me is rapidly making my mind go blank.

Still, I know it’s some little stab or other so I breathe out, “Asshole.”

I hear a low, hoarse chuckle before he comes to hum into my neck, “Music to my ears.” His fingers up the tempo unbearably, making me start grinding into the heel of his palm, desperate for friction.

When he curls them inside me, putting pressure on that sweet spot and meeting it with his thumb from the other side, it takes mere seconds for me to fall apart in his arms, burying my face in his neck to muffle my cries.

Panting heavily, I only open my eyes when he pulls his hand out. I still have my arms around him and he’s still pressed close to me, but there’s this hungry look in his eyes and a smug smile on his lips as he lifts his fingers to his face to lick them clean.

My wolf loves this, but the smile getsmefuming. Without a second of hesitation, I slide one arm off his shoulder and work the hand between his legs again. But this time, before he can stop me, I’m already stroking the hard bulge under his pants, making him let out a low, pained groan. His mouth searches for mine again as his hands clamp around my waist, his chest heaving.

It’s more languid, the way he’s kissing me now.

But when I unbuckle his belt, give his pants a sharp tug and wrap my fingers around him, starting to slide them up and down the hard length… One of his hands flies off my waist and grabs onto the tree, while his mouth turns brutal on mine, kisses turning into bites and stroking into aggressive suckling of my tongue into his mouth.

Both sides of me — human and animal —revelin it.

Then he’s breaking the kiss, and there’s this low, rushed mumbling against my cheek. I feel his hands grab the backs of my thighs, my hand unwrapping from him as he hoists me up in one quick movement until I have my legs around his hips. He presses me tighter against the tree, locks me in with an arm around my waist and uses the other hand to line himself against me, the contact making me suck in a sharp breath, my spine arching with the now urgent need for him to get inside me.

“This what you wanted, huh?” he grits out.

I nod against his cheek.

“Yeah? I didn’t hear you say please,” he says in a rough, breathless voice, dragging the hot, hard tip up and down my slick, throbbing flesh.

“Please,” I hear myself say, the word turning into a shaky moan when he finally pushes himself inside me, burying his face into my neck on a loud, dragged-out groan.

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