Page 46 of Hunted

He draws me closer when I kiss him again.

Slowly, he slides his arms around me and angles his head to deepen the kiss.

I’d only meant to show him I loved him and appreciate all he does for me. But when he tugs the hem of my nightshirt, I do nothing to stop him.

He lifts me slightly, and I break the kiss. “Mack?”

He presses a kiss on the corner of my mouth. “I don’t think I’ve ever made love to you here before.”

“No?” I loop my arms around the back of his shoulders.

“But I think I want to.” He slips his fingers under the band of my panties and brushes my core.

I release a moan, gripping his shoulders as I tilt my head back, my eyes fluttering shut. “Mack?”

He strokes me again. “Hmm?”

“We’re going to break this chair,” I warn him.

He grins. “Then we break it.”

Suddenly, I have to kiss him. My mouth clings to his as I caress his bare chest and slide my hand under the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Aerin, love, there’s only so much of that I can take.” He groans as I stroke him, his breathing getting deeper with each pump.

I feel him swelling, growing harder in my hand, making it impossible to let go of him. “Before you do what?”

He lifts me slightly and yanks his pants down before he brings me back on top of him. “Before I have to be inside you.”

We’re looking right at each other when he nudges my panties to one side and clasps my hips with both hands.

“We shouldn’t do this here,” I whisper as we lean toward each other.

It’s the middle of the night. No one will walk in on us, but one sniff and the rest of the pack will know exactly what we did here.

He smiles slightly as his lips touch mine in an achingly sweet kiss. “Probably not.”

He rolls his hips as he urges me onto him, and slowly, he invades me, one perfect inch at a time.

He’s still breathing hard. So am I.

We hold each other’s gaze as Mack rocks into me. He controls the pace, lifting me a couple of inches, then drawing me closer as his lips feather over mine. The house is quiet, the chair we’re sharing creaks, and our breathing isn’t even close to being even as we move together.

It feels… perfect. Absolutely perfect.

My head falls back and I release a moan as Mack drags his tongue over my right breast, then sucks. He repeats the action on my left breast. I whimper, burying my hands in his hair and holding him closer. I am beyond sensitive there now, and Mack knows it.

We’re both panting as we rock and grind together, the wooden chair squeaking under our shared weight.

“Mack,” I gasp.

He picks up the pace as if he knows how close I am. And Iamclose.

Mack falls before me, pressing his mouth to my throat and groaning loudly as his cock jerks inside me. His release shoves me into my climax, and I explode.

His fingers tighten on my hips as I moan, and I feel him straining to go a little deeper into me as my muscles ripple around him.

Long minutes later, we work to steady our breathing.

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