Page 51 of Chasing Savannah
Chapter 18
Carlos kept his eyes closed, using his senses to figure out where the hell he was. He smelled his mate, and his panther was pushing to come out. He took a slow breath, and nearly growled when he realized he was laying on top of Savi, his head nuzzled into her neck. His Beta was curled into the other side of her. Derrick’s arm was across his back. It was quiet around them, so he assumed the kids were not in the living room.
He peeked and saw they were alone. He moved to get a look at his mate, her deep breathing telling him she was still asleep. He moved Derrick’s hand from his back for more room and his Beta peeked his head up groggily. He waved him back down and Derrick curled back into her side.
Carlos studied Savannah, amazed at her beauty and the fact that she was his, theirs, he self-corrected. Unable to stop himself he nuzzled into her neck licking at the bite he’d left earlier. She moaned, and wiggled her hips and damn if he could stop his own hips from jerking, the reflex to bury his hardness into her warm body a compulsion.
He nibbled along her jaw line and she sighed, he loved the little sound. He skimmed the side of her body, snaking his hand under her shirt. Her skin was silky against his fingertips. He cupped her breast, swiping a thumb against her beading nipple. She mewled, her arms reaching to wrap around his neck. He ached to replace his fingers with his tongue.
She arched her back, her mouth opening on a sigh. He leaned down and rubbed his head against her stomach, pushing up her shirt. He licked along the skin of her belly, wanting, no, needing the taste of her on his tongue. Her body stiffened when she seemed to realize it wasn’t a dream. Derrick growled next to him and kissed across her shoulders, his Beta’s teeth scraping across her skin. Her eyes widened, the fog of sleep clearing within seconds. He lifted his head from her stomach and dropped her shirt. He moved to her mouth, nibbling on her bottom lip.
She sighed again and her arms circled Carlos’ neck. “Hey,” her raspy voice raked over him.
He pushed into her center and her gasp pleased him.
“The children are in the next room,” she whispered.
“And if they weren’t?” Derrick rasped beside her, his nails scraping against her legs.
Her eyes widened, uncertainty mixed in with her lust. She didn’t answer. He kissed her, a possessive need to make a mark on her. The scent of her lust washed over him.
“Where are the children?” He asked.
“In Ella’s room.” She answered huskily.
He cocked his head and listened for them, satisfied when he could hear the commentary from whatever they were watching. He moved again, a little twist of his hips that sped the heart beat at her throat. Her shudder shook Carlos’ body. Her nipples pebbled beneath him, a temptation he’d no longer resist. He lifted her shirt, and nuzzled his cheek against the skin of her stomach. He trailed slow kisses up until he reached her breast. Her breath caught, her body going still as she froze, waiting to see what he’d do. He opened his mouth and blew out a breath over her nipple. She released a sigh, her body going pliant beneath him.
“You can be quiet, right, darling?” Derrick whispered against the skin of her neck.
She whimpered in response. Carlos smiled and watched her as he licked across her nipple, a long wet stroke. She writhed beneath him.
“Yes, or no, sweetheart. How quiet can you be when you’re coming?” He asked a moment before sucking the bud into his mouth.
Derrick’s hands moved between them, maneuvering up the leg of her shorts. He lifted his hips and moved to the side of Savannah, giving his best friend better access. He took a deep pull on her breast, biting down on the tip. Her legs widened and she arched.
“She’s so wet, Carlos.” Derrick murmured.
He growled in hunger and scraped his teeth against the side of her breast. She grabbed his head and guided him back to her nipple. He rubbed his shaft against the side of her leg, desperately wanting to bury his cock into her wet heat.
“Oh God,” she whispered.
“Tell me what you want, kitten?” Derrick licked a path up her neck to her mouth.
She turned her head and kissed him. One hand held Carlos in place over her breast, and the other gripped Derrick’s chin. He watched them kiss, longing for what they could be if she’d let it happen. She broke from the kiss and threw her head back gasping. He twirled his tongue around her nipple, sucking it into the heat of his mouth and she lifted her hips.
“Please.” She whimpered.
“Let’s show her what she could have with us.” He ordered his Beta.
He used one hand to toy with the tip of her other breast, renewing his assault on the nipple in his mouth. His other hand slid beneath the waist band of her shorts. He met Derrick’s hand over her warm, wet entrance. He added a finger to the two Derrick had working in and out of her sex. She moaned, and her nails scored the back of his neck.
“Tsk, tsk, kitten. Gotta be quieter than that.” Derrick admonished.
Carlos pulled his finger from her heat and separated the lips of sex. He pinched the tight bud of her clit and studied her face, needing to see the moment she exploded. Her mouth opened on a silent scream as Derrick pumped his finger in and out of her.
“Shit, you’re so hot.” Derrick closed his eyes, his face pinched in desire.
Her body stiffened and her hand left his neck to cover her mouth. She smothered her own keening cry as she climaxed. Pleasure suffused her face and his cock throbbed. He moved her hand and devoured her mouth, swallowing her mewls as they brought her down from her orgasm.
