Page 13 of Eclipse of the Pack

The taste of her almost made him spill in his pants like he was no better than he’d been in his youth. Jon savored the way she trembled under him, licking in unhurried strokes, memorizing her, before sliding his tongue into her core.

Ivy’s hand flew to her own breast, the resulting moan bringing a curse from Jon as he was forced to readjust himself against pants that now felt far too tight. Jon toyed with her for a moment before slowly making his way back towards that bundle of nerves, drawing tight circles on her with his tongue before sliding his fingers inside her.

Ivy shuddered as Jon curled his fingers against the clamp of her, her hips bucking as she rode his face and fingers, her grip in his hair tightening as she held his mouth in place, taking control of her pleasure.

Jon was more than content to be a tongue for her, watching her face intently as she found release, his fingers pumping faster as those beautiful blue eyes rolled into the back of her head and scarlet crept from her chest up her neck and into her cheeks.

He showered kisses across her stomach as he removed his fingers from her, relishing the dazed look on her face. Ivy reached for him, her hands finding either side of his face, before pulling him up to her lips and locking him into a heady kiss.

Her hands trailed down from his jaw, lightly brushing over his bare chest to the waistband of his pants. She slid a single finger under his waistband, tracing it against his bare, tingling skin.

Jon let out a sound like a caged animal, desperate to feel her against him. He knew this couch would only get in the damn way, so he slid an arm around her waist and another under her ass as he lifted her.

Ivy’s legs tightened around him as he raised her off the couch, the surprise in her eyes quickly giving way to a near-feral delight as she dropped her mouth to his.

Having her body flush with his and feeling her teeth rake across his lower lip fanned the flames of his desire, leading him to practically slam the two of them against the shut door of the bedroom.

Ivy’s hands began to wander lower as Jon fumbled for the door knob, desperate to get her on the bed, to have his full range of motion while inside her.

The door swung open, and they were in motion again, Jon setting Ivy on the edge of the bed as gently as he could in his current frenzied state. Ivy’s fingers were inside his waistband again as she looked up at him through long lashes.

“Off.” The command was more than enough for Jon, who stepped out of his pants before joining Ivy on the bed, leaning over her as their lips crashed together again.

Ivy lifted her legs around Jon’s hips and pulled him closer, the tip of him slipping in the wetness between her legs. Jon reached down to guide himself into her as she raised her hips to meet him, sinking into her tight heat slowly, inch by torturous inch.

It took everything in Jon not to slam into her up to the hilt upon that first entrance, but the resounding moan from Ivy as he buried himself in her was the green light he needed.

She was his.

17

IVY

Ivy had heard stories about what it was supposed to be like when you finally made love with your fated mate, but just hearing about it was an intellectual exercise. But actually doing it was a far more visceral, bodily experience that she'd be challenged to explain to anyone.

It was more than just the physical pleasure of feeling Jon's skin on hers, the way their lips pressed together, or, most acutely, the sensation of his cock entering her. Though that was quite exquisite. But above all of it was the overarching sense of rightness with the universe.

He belonged here with her. As he started to slowly roll his hips forward and back, the world outside the bedroom began to fade. They were still in danger, and they needed to be on the move. Were it anyone else in the world, even if she'd found them extremely attractive, she would have held off on moments of pleasure like this. But the drive to be with Jon in this most intimate way was unlike anything Ivy had ever felt, and it was impossible to delay any longer.

There were still so many unanswered questions. But figuring out Malcolm's machinations would have to wait until she'dfinally given in to the urges that had been steadily building since she first smelled him in the warehouse.

Jon found his rhythm, and a shudder ran through Ivy's body, and her inner walls clamped down on his cock.

"Oh, fuck," Jon said.

"Yes?" she replied with a wicked grin on her face as she concentrated on working those muscles around him.

"You're—I—Can you—"

Every time he tried to start a sentence, she squeezed around him again, and his face scrunched. After another few times, his teeth sank into her shoulder, and the sweet mix of pain and pleasure made her pussy clenched in an entirely involuntary way.

Ivy's vision went dark for a second as she started to feel like this orgasm might drown her.

"Again," she demanded.

Jon slowed his stroke and kissed along her neck.

"Say please."

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