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A moment to catch her breath, and she locked eyes on him. She palmed her breasts. “You like that?” she mocked in a husky purr.

The sight thumped him in the balls. “Oh fuck yeah. Iloveseeing you touch yourself. Baby, you are about the sexiest fucking thing this man has ever seen.” He slid his hands under her ass, pulled her closer, and put his mouth back on her, pulling gasps from her. Body slithering, mouth parted, sweet sounds of pleasure falling from her lips. The sensual overload had him aching to bury himself to the hilt.

“I can’t wait until my cock slides inside you and you’re gripping me so fucking tight.” He slipped his fingers inside her wet heat. “But I’m not done here just yet. So you just lie back while I get my fill because I’ve never tasted anything sweeter than you.” He was rambling, but he wasn’t lying.

At last, her body seized and shuddered, and she let out a glorious yelp, her hands dropping to her sides to clench the covers. He took everything she gave him, lapping at her gently as she came back down.

Chest rising and falling, she clawed for breath. He kissed her mound and rested his head against it. Gentle kisses along her sensitive inner thighs caused little aftershocks to ripple through her. He paused to suck at her tender skin, pulled back, exposing a dark purple mark. Moving to the opposite side, he left a matching mark.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she huffed out.

Besides giving you your first of many orgasms?“I’m marking you.”

What possessed him, he had no idea. Marking and claiming had never been his thing. But damn! After watching her let go andfeelingher body release because of his ministrations, his control over his rational self had fled. The wild man inside him yearned to claim her. Joy Holiday was his.

Chapter 26

I Get It

Joy’s heart beat likea pair of hummingbird wings.So that’s what it feels like.Even as she dragged air into her lungs, she floated on a cloud of warm oblivion, though she wasn’t sure if she was going up or coming down. In the past, she’d flirted with orgasms—even convinced herself a time or two that she’d experienced one. But she’d been wrong. She got it now. And boy, had she been missing out.

Technique wasn’t the only contributing factor, though. She’d been with experienced men who were skilled, but something aboutthisman’s approach had sent her blasting into the stratosphere. The way he’d taken control with his demands, how his big, rough hands had worked her body, and all the wonderful, filthy things he’d said in that gruff voice had launched her over the edge without any brakes. From a golden retriever, an alpha wolf had emerged in her bedroom, and oh, how she liked the transformation.

But it was more than that. He had tuned intoher, showing infinite patience and tenderness when she’d needed it most. That caring, subtle touch went beyond skill; it came from someplace innate and deep insidehim. And it totally surprised her. Her happily fuzzy brain didn’t care to analyze the whys.

Said alpha climbed up her body, his warm weight sinking her deeper into the mattress. His hard, heavy shaft was trapped between their bodies, and her imagination flitted to what it would feel like moving deep inside her.

As one hand tangled in her hair, the other one toyed with a breast. Glimmering green eyes dark with desire bored into hers. “Hey, princess. How we doing?” His voice was a gravelly baritone, sending fresh chills dancing along her limbs.

“We’re doing … amazing. Thank you for that.”

One side of his mouth curled up in a self-satisfied smirk. “Glad to be of service.”

He dropped his head, his mouth teasing the skin just above her collarbones and along her throat. “You taste so fucking goodeverywhere,” he murmured. Every nerve just below the surface of her skin was on fire, and she nearly gasped aloud.

“You have a very dirty mouth.” She barely recognized her own husky voice.

He raised his head. “Which you love hearing and having on you, don’t you?”

Apparently, she did. Why f-bombs and filthy talk rumbling in his mouth made her tingle all over, she had no clue, but it did. Parts of her had awoken she didn’t even know existed.

He rolled off her, propped up an elbow, and rested the side of his head in his hand. His fingers danced over her rib cage. “Come on, princess,” he cooed. “Tell me how much you love my dirty mouth.”

“You’re incorrigible.” She slapped at his chest with her wet-noodle hand. Her entire body was a wet noodle.

He trailed a series of sucking kisses up her neck that made her nipples stand on end. “Not gonna stop until you tell me,” he mouthed against her throat. He moved back down her chest until he reached her taut peak. Clamped down on it. Tongued it. Sucked her hard. Meanwhile, his roving hand snaked beneath her and squeezed her ass.

She couldn’t contain a moan. “God, yes, I love your mouth on me.”

He hummed his pleasure as he meted out the same treatment on the other breast.

Rolling toward him, she dropped her hand between them. She took him in hand and stroked him root to tip, spreading slick beads of moisture over his smooth crown. He dragged in a breath.

Fair’s fair.“You like that?” she murmured in his ear before giving it a flick of her tongue.

“Stop stealing my lines,” he gritted out.

Oh, this was fun! She feathered her fingertips along his shaft, gripped it, and gently pumped. “Tell me if you like my hand on you,” she insisted.

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