Page 57 of The Pack Next Door
Hard, probing fingers giving me everything I needed, and yet not enough. I went to turn around, but his hand went to the back of my neck, forcing me to stay put.
“What did my brother do for you last night?” he asked in a low growl, his fangs flashing in the artificial light. “What happened out in the forest?” There were no words to answer him. My brain was offline as my heat raged. A finger tapped the hood of my clit, the vibrations enough to have me squirming, but no more. “Briar?” My snarl made his grin widen. “Omega. My omega.”
Yes. That.
The wolf was in her element, watching everything taking place like she had predicted it all, but I had no such certainty. My feet went up onto tiptoes, chasing his touch. “He…” That was dragged out of me, because last night, it wasn’t this intense. I could still reason, discuss what was about to happen. “He… made me come.”
“Good.” There was a world of masculine satisfaction in that growl. “More than once?”
His brow cocked upwards, making clear I needed to answer.
“Three…? Maybe four times?”
“So that’s the number I’ve gotta beat. Good to know. How about just a little one first to take the edge off?”
Little one? I didn’t get to reply, his finger moving in slow circles over my clit. The touch was light, almost too light to accomplish his goal, but when I went to grind down on him, his arm went around my waist.
“Uh uh. Don’t want you getting oversensitive too soon. You don’t need a lot of friction.” His nose brushed along my neck. “You’re so damn close.”
At his words, I realised I was. Like an arrow pulled back, the tension in the bowstring made it almost impossible to do anything other than let go. My breath came in pants, my view in the mirror hazy, but my fangs flashed in the mirror as pleasure licked my body like flames, stinging so sweetly, right before he pushed me over the edge into burning.
A thumb was pushed inside me the moment my cunt began to twitch. That additional stimulation drew a snarl from me, my head hanging down as a wave of pleasure rose up and smashed through me.
“That’s one.” When my eyes opened, I looked impossibly tired, yet Mads was somehow energised by it all. He grinned, right before he pulled his hand away and then licked it clean with all the care a cat might. “Gods, I knew you’d taste good, but I had no idea how much. Did Jace go down on you?” A little nod was all I could muster. “Then stay right where you are, pretty girl, because it’s my turn now.”
He ducked under my skirt, the cotton swirling around my legs, right before he pushed his way between them, then I felt the first flick of his tongue. A tiny prayer of gratitude at his foresight for not pushing me too hard, my clit sang with every pass. My moans were wordless, helpless, competing with the lewd sound of his mouth, right before his lips closed around my clit.
Intense and yet not overstimulating, I fought to keep up with him. Pull after pull, each time created sparks of white lightbefore my eyes. I was losing control, tugged out to sea by him with each suck, when he sought to anchor me. A finger pushed inside me, grazing that intensely sensitive spot that burned inside me, I made a sound of protest when he pulled free. My hands raked at my skirts, ready to shove him right back where he was, before one finger became two.
Splitting me open, raking across my inner walls, each pass dragging animalistic noises from the depths of me. I rocked against his hand, knowing no dildo would ever substitute for this. Real, warm flesh, the electricity it created, made this so much more intense.
“Is this what he did?” I let out a helpless sob as Mads pulled his face away. “Is this what happened with Jace in the forest?”
“Yes.” It felt like a whole other animal controlled me right now. I looked down, stroking my hand through his hair, right before I pushed that insolent face where it belonged. “But if you keep doing that, I’ll forget him and only think about you.”
The vibrations of his hum of satisfaction were almost too much, but then his tongue lashed my clit. Not playing anymore, the rhythm got faster and faster. I moved in tiny little motions against him, the small gap backwards making the thrust forward so much better.
“I’m going to come…” My body felt swollen, bloated with pleasure, and yet the rake of his fingers inside me had me wanting more. Hard and pressing against that spot with every pass, which made me want to burst. Some intense liquid sensation was building within me, and I wasn’t sure what the hell it was. “Mads…”
“Give it to me, Briar. Give everything you’ve got.”
This was like being shoved out a window. The moment of free fall exhilarating but terrifying. My fingers burrowed into his hair, not letting him come up for air, but there was no need. His tongue pulled away, his thumb taking up the job of stroking myclit, right as he moved deeper between my thighs. Something soft, mobile, pierced me, his jaw moving back and forth.
Fuck…
I stared into the mirror, seeing fur prickle across my skin, then recede as I bared my fangs. Orgasm smashed into me, dragging a scream from my depths.
As I recovered, Mads licked me very carefully, resulting in the softest, sweetest of orgasms that was little more than a sigh. Enough to have my feet wavering, though. He was up and sweeping me into his arms seconds later.
“That’s three.”
“Mads, I?—”
“Two more,” he promised, carrying me back to my room. “Then I’ll slather my seed on you and give you a bit of respite.”
I couldn’t even bring myself to argue. My instincts had the wheel and they weren’t relinquishing it for anything. Perhaps not even after two more orgasms.
Chapter 29
