Page 56 of My Boyfriend Bites

Renard grinned. “Bah, it wasn’t anything new for me. I’m always saving this guy’s ass. It’s why he keeps me around. Don’twait up. If I’m lucky, a lady will decide to celebrate the fact we survived the pirates and power outage.”

A whistling Renard sauntered off, and Dante chuckled. “This is how he likes to end every mission.”

“Getting drunk and laid?” she quipped. “And what about you? How do you celebrate?”

Dante glanced at her, and his lips quirked. “Usually by finding a dark place before dawn.”

“Your room is dark,” she stated as he opened the door to let them in.

“It is.”

“It’s not dawn, yet,” she added. “Shall we have a drink?”

He arched a brow. “I thought you didn’t partake.” He closed the door.

“Given all that’s happened, I think an exception can be made. After all, I’m not worried about losing control with you. As a matter of fact,” she purred as she narrowed the gap between them and laced her arms around his neck, “I believe I’d like to get my adrenaline pumping.”

“Oh?” he murmured, his hands resting on her hips.

“Seems to me we had something pleasant going before the interruption.”

“Only pleasant?”

Her lips curved. “We didn’t get very far.”

“That can be rectified,” whispered as his lips met hers.

A kiss that stole her breath and set her heart racing. It also fired her blood, but the wolf remained dormant—for now.

As the embrace intensified, her mouth parted and she felt the touch of his tongue. A sinuous slide ensued that meshed breaths and roused passion. Her blood began to pound and she huffed hotly as she sought to hold on.

He sensed her loss of control, and his mouth slid down to her jaw, then her neck, the slight pressure of his teeth enough to calm the wolf inside.

When he dropped suddenly to his knees, she wanted to protest, only to gasp as he tickled her belly with his lips. He trailed feathery kisses lower, and she clenched, knowing what would happen next—even as she’d never experienced it.

As he blew hotly against her mound, she tangled her fingers in his hair. Her knees trembled, weakening as pleasure suffused her. He was there to hold her up, though, his hands strong and steady on her hips.

And then he was lifting and carrying her to a bed, where he lay her down, legs parted that he might kiss her inner thigh. A light touch that brought shivers and a soft growl.

A pinch of her flesh calmed, and this time, he pierced skin, giving her relaxation that didn’t affect her sensation. A good thing, because she wanted to feel. Feel as he slid his mouth to the core of her, his breath against it making her mewl in need.

When he licked, she arched, crying out at the intense bliss. The tongue lapping against her clit felt so good. The parting of her nether lips for him to stroke had her gasping and moaning. Thrashing, too, as he teased her with his mouth.

She came suddenly, a rippling climax that had her rigid and him humming against her flesh. To her surprise, her orgasm kept going and rolled into a second as he slid a finger into her. Her pussy clenched it tight, new to the sensation but wanting more.

He slid a second finger inside her, tightening the penetration, making her rock her hips in need.

His tongue lashed at her sensitive button as he thrust his fingers, and she cried out, feeling the tension building in her, her body tightening in anticipation.

He kept his fingers inside her as he slid up her body, kissing his way back to her mouth where she could taste herself on his lips.

The tip of his cock took the place of fingers, not penetrating yet but rather rubbing against the slickness at her core. He didn’t slam into her but rather inserted his shaft slowly, letting her adjust to the width.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she urged him deeper. But he kept pushing slowly, and she growled.

He chuckled. “So impatient.”

“I’ve waited forever to be with a man.”

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