Page 39 of A Kiss From a Wolfman

“I love you, Ciaryn,” I say in a rush, needing to tell him more than my next breath.

“And I love you. So much.” He kisses my cheek before cleansing the suds from my hair.

Turning in his arms, I should offer to bathe him—to show him the same care he’s shown me. However, my need to have him inside of me is far more pressing.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I drag my wet body along his front.

“Now, will you please fuck me, mate? I’m in desperate need of your cock.”

Ciaryn’s head falls back on a laugh. My cheeks heat but I meant every wanton word.

Cupping me under my ass, Ciaryn walks our soaking bodies out of the warm pool. The air in the room is cool, but his warm body blights any chill. Settling me atop the linen sheet, the stone floor is hard against my back. Any discomfort is soon forgotten as his mouth descends on mine.

He tastes like mint and spice—he tastes like mine. I open my mouth as wide as I can and our tongues meet again, reuniting as if they have been parted for longer than just a few minutes. My thighs slide apart, allowing him closer. Ciaryn’s hard cock rests against my stomach and I can feel his seed already leaking from the tip. I moan into his mouth, my hand reaching between us to gently wrap around his length. With the first pump of my hand, Ciaryn’s whole body shudders and I swallow his groan.

“You need my cock, don’t you? My greedy girl needs to be fucked regularly.”

“Yes,” I sigh. “Every day.”

“Hmm,” he hums in his throat. “I don’t think once a day will be enough for you. I’ll have to knot you repeatedly to assure you of my love.”

“Please.”

Pulling back, we are both already overwhelmed. His eyes rove over my body taking in my hard nipples to the flush decorating my chest and cheeks. His gaze travels lower to my stomach. It pauses there, snagging on the faint scar left behind from my bullet wound earlier. A low growl echoes around the room. His hand presses over it as if needing the reminder that I’m healed.

“We’re both alive, Ciaryn,” I remind him. “I am here with you. Forever.”

His golden eyes burn into molten amber.

“Forever,” he agrees.

Bending down, he kisses the scar, and I shiver. His lips trail hotly across my hips and then down each thigh. He licks over theinside of my knees before focusing on my pussy. My breath rasps out of me as he stares at my pink flesh. I open my legs wider, encouraging him to taste me.

“Beautiful little pussy,” he growls. “Look how wet and ready you are. Begging for my tongue and cock.”

“Mmm,” I agree.

His fur tickles my inner thighs as his mouth lowers to my center. With a quick lick up my slit, I moan into the dimly lit cave. My hands fall to his head, holding him against me as he begins to devour me. In a flurry of teeth, lips, and tongue, my climax is rapidly approaching. Ciaryn licks my clit with the broadside of his tongue as I canter my hips.

One of his hands skims up my thighs before I feel a finger tucking into my entrance. Slowly, he enters me, filling me first with one before adding a second. He curls them expertly until the edges of my vision blur. The sloppy sounds his mouth makes against me are addicting. My muscles begin to tighten in anticipation. A few more twists of his fingers and I’ll be done for.

“Come on my face,” he commands. “Drown me in your sweetness.”

His teeth graze my clit, and I erupt.

White fire licks over my naked skin as my whole body clenches through my climax. My inner walls clamp around his thrusting fingers as he sucks my clit deep into his mouth. Slipping his fingers from me, his tongue spears into my entrance and laps up every ounce of my spend. Once satisfied, he has collected it all—and I am nothing but a twitching mess of nerves—he settles over me.

Sharing my taste with me, his hand falls to my hips. Gently he squeezes me before rolling onto his back and taking me with him. I sit astride him. His rampant cock is trapped between us. I rub myself on it, loving his growl of pleasure.

“Put me inside you,” he encourages. “Take your pleasure. Ride me until you come again.”

I shiver at his words but do as he says. Wrapping my hands around his hard length, his flesh-colored steel is already slick with my wetness. Lifting up onto my knees, I wiggle around on top until I find my position. Once he is settled, I sink down on him with one punch of my hips. With him buried to the hilt, I moan at the decadent stretch.

Ciaryn’s head falls back as his hands drop to my hips. My rhythm is initially disjointed, but I soon find my pace. I rise and fall on his hard cock over and over. My breasts bounce in time with each impale. My mate raises his hips, and he reaches even deeper depths within me. Over and over, I take him as deep as I can.

His hands travel from my hips to my ass and squeeze it gently. He anchors himself with his claws, nearly piercing my flesh, and urges me to move fast. My teeth snap together as I ride him, the pleasure overwhelming. His other hand sneaks between our bodies and finds my clit. Gently, he begins rubbing circles on it and increasing my pleasure.

“You look like a goddess,” Ciaryn growls. “I’m fucking a goddess.”

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