Page 47 of The Wolf's Bullied Pregnant Mate
I didn’t know how much time passed until Adalyn stood up and turned around. Her smirk was all I needed to do. I snarled, stalking over to her, and she snapped out the candles a second before I pushed her against the wall, falling to my knees before her.
Never go to your knees for a witch, I thought.
But to hell with anything I had ever thought before.
I would bow to her, kneel for her, any day.
I didn’t care about the questions or this new desire that burned me inside out. All I knew was that I needed my mouth on her.
“Open your legs,” I rasped, desperately. My arousal piqued, but I didn’t care. This wasn’t about me getting relief. It was about me wanting to show her what worship felt like. What a damn altar and candles and forgivenesscouldbe like when done properly.
Adalyn’s fingers snagged in my hair.
“Poordog,” she cooed. “Couldn’t stay still long enough to heel.”
“Call me that again, and I’ll show you how hard I truly bite,” I warned. I hoisted her legs around my shoulders, driven to her core by her scent. It was heady, strong, and I couldn’t ignore how she had me panting with desire. There was a dark triangle of neat hair above her core, and her entrance glistened with arousal that had been pooling there.
I kept my eyes on her as I lowered my face between her legs. Her nails scratched my head, almost tenderly. I muffled a groan of pleasure as she scratched roughly, tugging on the longer strands of my hair. Her nails grazed the tattoos on my scalp, and I shuddered.
Then I pressed the flat of my tongue to her aching heat, lapping at her arousal. I moaned softly at the first taste of her. Adalyn loosed a gasp as her thighs tensed around my head. I would welcome her clamping them around my head.
I closed my eyes as I held her against the wall, tracking my tongue around her folds.
The little noises she made were heavenly, aborted little gasps as I held her thighs open, her back arching as she pressed closer to my face. Her hips canted into circles against my mouth. My name coated her lips in a gorgeous chorus.
“Moan for me, Adalyn,” I murmured against her heat. “Let this whole island know who is pleasuring you.” I met her gaze. “Let them all know who this pussy belongs to.”
I spread her folds and delved my tongue deep into her core.
Adalyn let out a cry, her hips jerking against me. “You!” she cried. “It belongs to you!”
I smacked her thigh. “Again.”
“I belong to you,” she moaned, her voice cracking. “My pussy belongs to you, Zephyr!”
“Good,” I purred. “Good,goodgirl.”
Her cheeks were dusted pink with humiliation, but she was even more soaked, giving me more to lick up. I shuddered as her taste spread over my tongue.
“More,” she moaned. “More, please, Zephyr—more.”
I laughed into her, loving how she unraveled beneath my hands.There she is, I thought.
“Please,” she begged. “I need more.”
My tongue sped up, as I placed my thumb on her clit and massaged it with enough pressure to her toes curling, her heels digging into my back. Behind me, I heard the pool bubbling away, and I wondered if that was Adalyn.
Hot, I couldn’t help but think.
I hoisted her up by her ass, bringing her spread legs closer to me. I ate her out like a man starved, breathing through my nose as I feasted on everything she offered up to me.
When my tongue retracted, and I suckled my lips around her clit, she screamed. Her fingers scrabbed at my shoulders, clawing to keep me closer.
“Zephyr!” she moaned, her voice cracking. “Oh, God, Zephyr,there.”
I sucked harshly, closing my eyes, moaning as I fought the urge to take myself in hand. This was abouther.
“I’m going to come,” she groaned. “Fuck, Zephyr, please don’t stop.” Her moans turned into choked sobs as I kept on stimulating her. God, I could never get enough of her moans, her body, her orgasm, as it coursed through her.
