Page 54 of The Reluctant Wolf and His Fated Mate
Sophie ran her hands over his bare chest and skimmed them inside his shorts. When she stroked his shaft, he moaned in pleasure. But, when she slid the shorts off his body and lowered herself to her knees, he gaped, turning speechless.
She licked him from tip to base, and then sensations rocked pleasure throughout his entire body. Then she took the head in her mouth and teased the tip with her tongue. What sweet torture.
Under her spell, she captivated every thought and every sense as she worked him with her mouth and hand.
A shudder ripped through him. “That feels incredible.”
Before he came too soon, he pulled her up to stand. “Now I want to play with you.”
He carried her to his bed. He took his time as he stripped the clothing from her body, kissing and branding her with his love with every inch that he revealed. The scent of her desire grew stronger, that feminine musk that drove him near insane. He had to taste her.
Splaying her legs wider, he buried himself in between her sweet thighs and tasted the nectar he craved.
“Oh, Damon!”
He licked and suckled, driving up the intensity with his mouth and fingers and then pulled back.
She clutched the sheets and ground on the bed. “Please,” she begged. “I can’t wait any longer.”
He’d do anything she asked, so he didn’t tease her any longer. She climaxed with a cry and her walls quaked so hard around his fingers, he had to pull them out.
He crawled over her body. Her face in this rapturous state was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. “I love tasting you.”
She smiled. “The feeling is more than mutual.” Then she pulled him closer. “But now I need you inside me.”
“Yes.” He grabbed a condom and sheathed himself at record speed before easing inside her.
Damn, she felt incredible. So tight, so wet.
As he rocked in and out of her, his fangs extended, and his wolf demanded,Claim her now.
Sophie’s half-closed eyes widened.
He slowed his pace. “Shit, you see them?”
“Yes.” Her expression turned curious. “Does that mean—” She didn’t complete the sentence.
“The urge is back. Don’t worry, I’ll ignore it.”
He attempted to do just that and tone down his instincts as he thrust deep inside her. His pace quickened and she arched against him from below as the pressure grew higher.
“Damon.”
“What is it?” He attempted to pull back, but she held him close.
“You can do it. Bite me.”
His eyes widened as he searched hers. “Do you mean that?”
“I do. I don’t want you to hold anything back around me.”
He exhaled. “You understand what it means—that I’m claiming you with this bite?”
“I do.” She took a slow breath and released it. “Because I love you, Damon.” She then turned her head to the side on the pillow and bared her neck for him.
She loved him? The instinct that he’d been struggling against so desperately rose like lighter fluid dousing a bonfire. As he thrust into her again, he leaned forward, and his fangs pierced the gentle flesh where her neck and shoulder met.
She moaned with a gasping sound and held on to him.
