Page 62 of The Pack

“Good girl,” he purred.

He leaned down, his lips hovering over the slick folds of my pussy. I could feel his breath, warm and steady, sending a rush of goosebumps prickling along my skin.

“Thorne,” I whispered, my voice shaking.

“Tell me what you want, Zara,” he said, his tone calm, yet still somehow full of heat.

“I want you,” I breathed, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

His hand stilled, and he lifted his chin to look right at me. For a heartbeat, we stared at each other, the air between us charged with tension. Then, without warning, his tongue darted out, swiping a hot, wet stripe across my clit.

I gasped, my body arching against him, but he held me in place, his hands gripping my thighs.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, my fingers tangling in the grass beneath us.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my core, and the sensation sent another shiver through me. Then his lips grazed my clit, feather-light and teasing, and the feeling was enough to make me whimper.

“You like that?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

“Yes,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering closed.

He flicked his tongue against my clit, the contact fleeting and maddening, and my body ached for more. I squirmed against him, my hips rolling up to his mouth as I tried to get closer, tried to feel more.

But he kept his touch light, barely grazing my sensitive nub, until I was writhing against him, my hands fisting in the grass.

“Please,” I whimpered, breathless and pleading.

He smirked, his fingers trailing along the inside of my thigh.

“More,” I gasped, my voice cracking with need.

“More what?” he asked, his eyes darkening as he glanced up at me.

“More of your mouth,” I panted, my hips grinding against him. “Your tongue. Anything. Everything.”

He chuckled again, the sound sending another shiver through me.

“Be careful what you wish for,” he warned.

Before I could respond, his mouth was on me, his lips wrapping around my clit. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling against the sensitive nub, and I cried out, the sensation overwhelming and incredible and everything all at once.

“Fuck, yes,” I moaned, my fingers clawing at the ground.

He didn’t relent, his tongue flicking against my clit with an intensity that had me reeling. His fingers slid into me, curling up to hit the spot inside that made me see stars.

My body was on fire, the pleasure building higher and higher as he devoured me. I could feel myself losing control, my body trembling with the effort to hold back.

“Don’t stop,” I gasped, my words coming out in breathless moans.

He didn’t, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to drive me closer to the edge. The world blurred, my vision narrowing until all I could see was him, his eyes dark and intense as he watched me.

“Oh, fuck, Thorne,” I moaned, my hips rolling against his mouth.

He didn’t slow down, his movements steady and unrelenting, and the sensation was enough to send me spiraling.

“I’m going to—I’m going to come,” I cried out.

My climax hit me like a bolt of lightning, every muscle tensing as the pleasure crashed through me. I cried out, my body arching against him, but he held me steady, his fingers and his tongue never stopping.

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