Page 34 of House of Wolves

“What a convoluted way to kill you.”

I laugh this time, eliciting a jerk from him, as if the noise of my laughter pulled something from his chest. “Fine, maybe it wouldn’t be on purpose, but explaining that you know what type of mushroom this isbecause of the way that they look,doesn’t give me the most confidence.”

He sighs and shakes his head, a small smile on his lips. “Fine, I’ll eat it first, and then if I’m alive in twenty minutes, you can eat it.”

“Hm, I don’t know about that. What if you poison yourself, and I have to drag you to the emergency room? I don’t have it in me to lug you around for two dates.”

He swallows the mushroom. “You’re so difficult.”

“Yes, but you love it.”

“Unfortunately, yes.” How did I get so close to him again? We’re both sitting with our legs outstretched in opposite directions, our faces nearly inches apart. He stops chewing, zoning in on my lips.

“What else do you love about me?” I smirk, trying to cut the tension nearly drowning us.

He resists my attempts, reaching out and placing his thumb on the center of my lip. “I’d be unable to stop if I started.”

My chest heaves, and my eyes flutter, yet still, I try to carry on. “I’ve got time.”

“Words aren’t my strong suit. I’d rather show you.” He leans in, kissing me softly. Every nerve in my body sizzles. It’s so sweet, yet so much more. The sweetness only lasts a second, and he whimpers against my mouth as his other hand scoops the back of my neck, pressing me hard against him. Brick always gives all his attention to his current task—from examining a crime scene to foraging mushrooms. This kiss is all of him. I can feel every corner of his brain honing in on me.

I moan into his mouth, and he growls at the arousal radiating from my lips. His lips travel across my jaw, moving to my earlobe. “I love your lips,” he whispers into my ears.

I smile, wrapping my arms the best I can around his huge torso, needing him closer. “I love the words that come out of them. I love the way they look—the way they feel.”

“Really? I thought my words were the first thing to irritate you.”

“Yes, but it makes my dick so hard when you’re a brat.” He grabs my hand, placing it on his hardened cock under his jeans. I already feel the moisture of his precum slipping through the fabric.

“Kinky, Brick,” I tease.

“Only for you.” He presses forward, pushing me onto my back and holding himself over me, his lips and hands not leaving me. His touch travels down my neck, pawing at my breasts covered by my t-shirt. “I love your tits,” he says into my mouth.

“I thought you said words weren’t your strong suit,” I say around his rough kisses. I don’t want him to stop telling me everything he loves about me, but he did mention he loves it when I’m a brat. Gotta keep that dick of his hard if I want it to ruin me the way my cunt begs for.

“They’re not, but I smell the arousal thickening on you whenever I encourage you. Gotta keep that cunt wet and juicy before I devour it.”

Goddamn, this man.

His hand trails down my chest, over my stomach, and pushes between my jeans and underwear, finding the heat of my core. “Fuck.” He pulls away from my mouth, clenching his eyes.

“Going to come in your pants again just from the feel of me?” I smirk.

He turns his attention back to me, eyes blazing, tracking every inch of my face. His mouth opens with a moan as he inserts a finger inside of me. I cry out. “Let’s see who’s coming first this time. You feel so ready.” He inserts another finger, stretching me as his thumb presses against my clit. I’m completely clothed, and I’m about to sputter out of control.

He doesn’t return his lips to mine, watching me as if I’m one of the world’s wonders as he fucks me with his fingers. His gaze is too intense, mixed in with the powerful sensation between my legs—I can’t keep my eyes open.

He stops his movements. “Eyes on me, little wolf,” he orders, no humor in his voice. I pop them open, even if they are heavy the moment he continues inserting himself. I don’t let them close, though, watching him moan and groan with each of my whimpers. He’s so responsive to my arousal, clenching his teeth and shutting his eyes every few seconds to steady himself. I try my best to hold out. He appears so close to his edge, and if I’m anything, it’s competitive.

But then he pulls some bullshit, curling his fingers and rubbing at the spongy spot behind my clit. My orgasm washes over me like a thermal spring, surprising me as it floods my nervous system.

“Oh, such a good girl,” he says, eyes not leaving mine. “Take all of it. Don’t hold anything back.” He continues his pressure, my pussy squelching from his fingers.

I relax momentarily, closing my eyes and catching my breath. Brick falls over me, kissing down my neck. Goosebumps immediately pepper my skin, and a new wave of moisture floods my already soaking panties. “I won,” he whispers, and I push him back, startling him, but once I work at the buttons of his flannel, he softens, helping me in my attempt to undress him. He may have won, but right now, I don’t fucking care. I’m too set on watching him come that I’ll worry about him bragging later.

He sits up, ripping the shirt off his frame once it’s halfway unbuttoned. I nearly come again from the sight of him. I could feel his muscles and witness their shape under his clothes, but goddammit, he’s beautiful. “Are you shitting me?”

“What?” He tries to play coy, but the cocky smirk gives it away.

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