Page 33 of Twisted Lies
Her legs snaked around his back, her fingers tunneled through his hair, her lips kissed every inch of his chest. “Gods, you taste so much better in person than in my dreams.”
Jason pulled back and tugged at her zipper. “These need to come off.”
“Yes!” Mikah ripped her jeans open and pushed them down her legs. Jason yanked them past her feet.
His mate lay before him, in nothing more than a skimpy black bra and panties. “Perfection.” Never had anyone been more beautiful in his eyes. Never had he wanted a woman the way he wanted Mikah. His wolf longed to take control and claim their mate, but he pushed the beast back.
“Please, Jason.” Her hands roamed over her breasts and down her stomach, traveling under her panty line.
She spread her legs wider, giving him access to her most secret place.
He nipped at her calves, her thighs as he positioned himself at her core. Mikah sucked in a breath when he pushed her panties aside and sucked her clit into his mouth.
“So sweet. So damn hot,” he said before diving back in.
Her head tossed back and forth on the bed, her nails dug into his scalp with each flick of his tongue. Up and down. Side to side. Pausing at her entrance, then diving in.
“Jason!” she screamed his name.
He slid two fingers into her tight pussy and pumped them in and out, giving them a little twist with each thrust. He loved the way she came alive under him, her skin almost sparkling as her climax drew closer.
Each swipe of his tongue made her inner walls contract around his fingers. “So fucking tight.” He inserted a third finger, stretching her pussy. He flicked her clit with his tongue. Once. Twice. Her body erupted beneath him.
Mikah wrapped her legs around his neck and held on tight, screaming—shouting his name. Her body shook with each thrust of his finger with each swipe of his tongue. Her muscles clamped down around his fingers.
“That’s it, doll. Come for me.”
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Stars danced in her vision, beautiful and bright. Never had she felt anything like it. An orgasm so intense she felt like she was coming apart at the seams. Her breaths were ragged, every muscle shook—each nerve ending seemed to fire at the same time, creating more pleasure than she’d ever thought possible.
It was too much—not enough. She needed more. “Jason, please! Fuck me!”
He didn’t have to be asked twice. He positioned his cock at her entrance. “If we do this, there’s no going back. We can’t undo the mating once it’s been done.”
Mikah nodded, she knew the consequences of their actions. She wanted it—all of it. All of him.
“I’m yours, Jason. Claim me,” she begged.
He pulled her legs above his shoulders and slammed home.
“Oh God!” she cried. So thick. He stretched her more than she’d ever been stretched. So full. How could she have waited so long to be with him?
“Mikah, I—”
She placed a finger over his lips, interrupting whatever he was about to say. “Less talking, more fucking. Please!” her voice was urgent—needy. She didn’t care. She finally had her mate and that was all that had mattered.
He pulled back, clear to the tip then slammed back inside of her, pressing against places in her body she hadn’t even known existed. She cried out for him when he did it a second time, then a third. Each thrust more powerful than the one before. The headboard slammed against the wall.
Shallow breaths rose from her chest as he pounded his cock in and out of her. She clawed at his back, leaving deep red marks that zig-zagged across his skin.
“You feel so fucking good. Like home,” he said as he rammed his length back into her.
“Oh God, Jason. I—”
A white light exploded in her vision, hurling her to the heavens. Her body trembled and begged for more as he pushed her over the edge to her second climax.
Words—incoherent ones flew from her mouth. His motions never paused, never slowed as his fangs sank deep into her neck.
