Page 15 of What's Rogue Got To Do With It

Then my hands went down his back and then back up again, gently, sweetly. And once that happened, both our hands just started wandering everywhere.

Our bodies moved together, giving the needed friction our growing erections begged for. I was harder than I thought possible.

I wanted him so badly.

But I was worried.

Worried my fox wouldn’t listen. Worried my fox would act on his own. Worried that Larkin’s wolf wouldn’t understand. Larkin had never been den, and he wasn’t rogue. He couldn’t grasp just how serious a mistake like this could be.

I needed to be the voice of reason for us and that was not my gift. Maybe if it had been, I might’ve seen what was happening in my den and been able to stop it before things got so out of hand.

His hand slipped between us, wrapping around our lengths as best he could and jerking us together and all thought was gone. It was just Larkin and I and this connection between us. Thescent of slick tickled my nose, and I knew that saying no to this man wasn’t going to be possible. I decided to go with it and just make sure that I had control of my fox.

He can be ours. Only if you don’t bite.

My fox didn’t answer, but I pushed him back as far as I could and he allowed it. He was willing to give up marking to not have to give up our mate. In an ideal world we wouldn’t have to give up any of it, but we weren’t living in an ideal anything.

I broke the kiss, instead nibbling along his jawline, down his neck, going lower and lower and lower until I reached his erection.

I kissed the tip and a growl built in his chest. Sexy as fuck. I tapped the inside of his thighs and they fell back. I kissed down his length and then lower and lower to his slick hole. I licked his entrance, gathering his slick on my tongue, savoring his taste before breaching him with my tongue.

His hips bucked in response. The moans releasing from him—everything.

And I took him in my hand as I continued to fuck him with my tongue— In and out, in and out, until I could hear a change in his breathing. He was close… too close if I were gonna be inside him when he came.

I kissed his inner thigh, then backed up, skipping over his cock, not wanting him to explode too soon. I licked a path back up his chest, giving his nipples the attention they deserved, before snatching a pillow and placing it under his hips.

“Please, Creven, please. I need you.”

“I got you,” I told him over and over again, as I lined myself with his entrance and slid inside in one smooth motion.

I stayed like that. The two of us joined together. The feeling of perfection, of being whole. I could’ve stayed like that forever.

Larkin didn’t agree.

Begging. Pleading for me to move.

And with his legs up over my shoulders, I did. Thrusting in and out of him slowly at first, then faster, and harder.

He grabbed my arms, meeting me thrust for thrust, making the most delicious sounds.

I wanted this to last, but knew that it wasn’t going to. It couldn’t.

This felt too good. Too perfect. Too everything.

I took my hand back from Larkin, needing to give his cock attention. I refused to come before he did.

I jerked him once, twice, three times, and on the fourth, his cum spurted out on his chest and was coating my hand. As he roared out his orgasm, I picked up my tempo, seeking my own release this time and finding it quickly.

My knot grew inside him, locking us together, binding us as one, as I called out his name like a prayer and collapsed on his chest.

My fox behaved, not once pushing to mark Larkin. My beast wanted this as much as I did. And he knew that if he attempted anything, I’d have stopped him.

At least, that was my assumption. He wasn’t saying anything, just prancing around like he won the lottery.

I refused to let myself get too comfortable with his compliance. I had to stand guard, because with it feeling this good to be in our mate’s arms, I wasn’t so sure I could stop him in the future.

I rolled us over so that he was on top of me, not having to feel my weight.

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