Page 58 of The Strongest Wolf

He presses a hard kiss right over the spot we watched Luka bite Eden the night before. My heart leaps in response. “It’s okay,” he reassures me, his voice husky. “I won’t.”

But he wants to.

My wolf wants a mate and a family, but she doesn’t want to lead. The thought alone is enough to make her bury herself deep inside me.

The woman?

I don’t know what she wants. Not yet.

After pressing another kiss on my throat, Galen’s kisses edge downward, across my shoulder, and over my breasts. His mouth closes over one nipple and he sucks. Gasping, I arch toward him, my back bowing. “Galen!”

Groaning, his hands stroke my curves as he feasts on my breasts, each hard tug making my core pulse with desperate need. I lose all sense of time and thought as he plays with my breasts as if he has all the time in the world.

The tip of him rakes against my core, and I gasp, my legs falling open. “Please, I need…”

He doesn’t let me finish.

His next kiss, hard and desperate, swallows my words. As I fight to bring his body down over mine, I feel his lips curve into a smile before he lifts his head. “Not yet, little wolf.”

I peel my eyelids open, breathing heavily, my breasts aching. But it’s nothing compared to the ache growing within me. Galen strokes his hands down over my breasts, his gaze trailing his heated touch. I bite my lip as he shifts his body down.

That’s when I know what he intends.

“When was the last time I tasted you, little wolf?” he murmurs, his gaze fixed between my legs with a hunger that has my core clenching in anticipation. His nostrils flare, something hard jerks against my leg, and I know he can smell my arousal. He knows what his hungry stare is doing to me. And he likes it.

I shake my head.

He darts a glance into my face as he grips the insides of my thighs and nudges them further apart to make more space for his wide shoulders. “No words for me?”

Amusement mingles with lust as he lowers his face between my thighs.

I hold my breath.

His breath touches me first. Hot, light, and making my desire spark even higher. And then the tip of his tongue.

I jump, the air in my lungs whooshing out of me as I grab hold of his hair. To hold him against me or drag him away, I don’t know.

He inhales and then groans deep in his throat. “You taste so good. Like honey and wildfire.” His lips dance over me, and I suck in a ragged breath. “And mine. You taste like mine, Sierra Bree, and I will never get enough of you.”

I try not to move, to hold still so I can draw this pleasure out even longer, but the next firm stroke of his tongue makes me cry out as I writhe against him.

He grips my hips, pinning my body to the bed as he laps at my clit with such intense, probing attention, I know I won’t last long. “Galen,please.”

My pleading doesn’t compel him to move any faster. He takes his time, each firm lick driving me closer and closer to release.

I throw my head back and grind myself against him as my need builds until I’m shaking with it. I’m gripping his hair too tight, but Galen doesn’t complain.

It bears down on me, this delicious pleasure building in my core, until Galen grips me even tighter, draws my swollen clit into his mouth, and sucks.

A scream forces itself up my throat and out of my mouth as my back bows.

I shatter.

He holds me down, never stopping his hungry licks until I’m trembling, so sensitive that it’s almost painful.

A long while later, my body sinks into the bed, my strength exhausted.

I don’t know how long I work on relearning how to breathe, but when I feel a soft kiss brush against my lips, my eyes flutter open and I meet Galen’s heated stare.

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