Page 14 of Eclipse of the Pack

The breath from his mouth danced over the still stinging bite mark he felt on her shoulder, and that triggered another aftershock of orgasm, but far less powerful. It was more of a tease of things to come if Jon would cooperate.

"It's not like you're not enjoying it," she panted.

"That does mean you shouldn't still be polite," Jon said, his tone surprisingly cocky and self-satisfied.

She growled and said, "Please, again. Bite again."

Jon nipped the nap of her neck lightly, nowhere near what he'd done before. Ivy dug her nails into his back.

"If you don't stop teasing me, I'm going to..."

But the problem was, even as he only gave her the ghost of what she wanted, it was still enough to cloud her thoughts, and she couldn't think of a proper threat. She didn't want to say anything that would spoil the moment.

"You're going to what?" Jon asked.

"Do... bad things... Fuck, just—"

Then he complied. His bite hard and his thrusting fast was exactly what Ivy needed. Her hands balled up the sheets at her side, and her orgasm must have been enough to set Jon off because just as she was coming down from her peak, she felt him swell inside her and explode.

Their sweat-slickened chests pressed together as they caught their breath.

"Jesus Christ. That was..." Jon's words devolved into a string of nonsense sounds that, while utter gibberish, Ivy thought accurately captured her feelings on the matter. Then she rolled him onto his back and kissed her way down his body.

"But I'm not done with you yet," she said as she pulled his soft cock into her mouth, tasting the way his seed and her wetness blended.

Jon moaned and said, "That might take a minute."

She paused and looked up at him.

"Should I stop? Because I can stop if you'd like," Ivy said, her lips still brushing his skin, causing him to twitch slightly.

"No. God. No."

Ivy pulled out every trick she'd picked up since she'd started having sex. It didn't end up taking all that long before she could feel him getting hard again. She teased her tongue up and down his shaft until he was once again like a steel bar wrapped in velvet. Then she moved up his body until she was straddling his hips.

"Are you ready?" she asked with his cock resting just at her entrance.

Jon could only manage to nod as he stared at her in wide-eyed amazement.

She took all of him in one smooth motion and moaned out his name before falling forward and kissing his lips. He broughthis hips up to meet her, and they settled into a rhythm. This time things were less frantic. It wasn't that the need had died any, but that they knew it could be fulfilled. They'd already climaxed, her more than once, and the urgency of it had ebbed.

Now, they could just enjoy it.

She rode him slowly, relishing the way it felt when he went to the hilt, and she stayed there a moment each time, squeezing him just to feel the way his body shuddered under her. She took her time to appreciate the way their scents mingled in the air, the smell of sex adding a spicey note.

But as much as she took pleasure in the languid pace, she couldn't keep holding back as she drew closer and closer to her peak.

She started moving faster and faster, Jon keeping pace as their moans and the slick sounds of their mutual pleasure filled the room. She sat up and posted on him. His hands found her hips, and he pulled her into his thrust, giving her just that tiny bit more force she needed to push her over the edge.

Then one orgasm started to roll into another. She and Jon explored each other's bodies, in no rush to let their love-making end. Through plenty of experimentation, they found what each other liked. Some discoveries were surprising to them both.

Eventually, Ivy collapsed back onto the bed with a satisfied hum.

Jon reached out and pulled her in, spooning against her back. He kissed her neck and said, "Is it always like that?"

"Is what always like what?"

"Is sex between fated mates always so explosive?"

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