Page 80 of Stealthy as a Wolf

I was reduced to nothing but a panting mess when his tongue took a sudden detour and slid between my ass cheeks. I jolted in surprise, my eyes shooting open in alarm…then the pleasure hit. My breath halted in my lungs, my muscles clenched, and I couldn’t keep from squirming, unsure if I was trying to get away or demand more.

Then I didn’t care about the answer when he thrust his fingers deep into my pussy, so hard and strong that it stole my breath. When his tongue slid over my ass again, my hips jerked, sending his fingers deeper. When he didn’t repeat that movement, my spirits fell and I gave a growl of frustration.

As if he’d been waiting for that sound, he placed a finger against my clit and gently massaged it. By his third stroke, I was helplessly thrusting against his touch. Before I could process all the sensations, the tip of his tongue firmed, his grip on me tightened, locking me in place, then he fucking purred.

I didn’t just come, I detonated, his name echoing back to me as I screamed.

Even as the first wave of orgasm dragged me under, he removed his hand and his oh so talented mouth, and I nearly turned around to deck him. Before I could put action into words, he surged into me with a single thrust. Despite being thoroughly lubricated, the size of his massive cock stopped him halfway. He waited a beat, then stroked my clit in a way that left me tingling.

Before long, his fingers picked up a pattern that sent my hips arching once again, and I was soon fucking myself onto him. My nipples dragged against the table, the friction both delicious and not enough.

He reached beneath me with his other hand, coating himself with my juices, then ran his finger down my ass, settling the tip of his finger inside me up to the first knuckle. When his purr filled the air, I was no more prepared than I was the first time. I immediately begin rocking, each thrust working myself deeper on his cock and sending his finger edging farther and farther into my ass.

“Almost there, beautiful.” His voice was a hard rasp. “You’re taking me gorgeously. Just a little bit more.”

Just when I didn’t think I could be stretched farther, I bottomed out on both his cock and his finger. When he took his hand away from my clit, I nearly whimpered…until he dragged it up my body and cupped my aching breasts, catching my nipple between his fingers, then tugging on it almost painfully.

It felt so fucking good that I whimpered.

He paused, like he was afraid he’d hurt me, and I snarled at him, “More! Please. I need more!”

His naughty chuckle lifted the hairs on my body, and I was taken by surprise when he jerked me upright, pulling me off the table, the angle sending both his cock and the finger in my ass deeper.

He held me upright, his hands working on my body, and I was grateful for the support. Just when I was about to get my wits back, he shifted his hips, pushing me forward until my overly sensitive clit came into contact with the cool, firm edge of the table. I was barely able to breathe, barely able to move at the flood of sensations, the lightest touch ready to set me off.

Then he fucking purred again!

The table became slick with my juices, my whole body tingling as my orgasm just built and built. My vision darkened, leaving me with nothing to focus on but the masterful way he played my body.

It wasn’t until his teeth settled against the back of my neck that I imploded. I was helpless to do anything when he growled and thrust savagely into me. I was so far gone that I let myself go, trusting him to catch me and allowing myself to drown in the pleasure.

When I blinked next, I became aware that I was lying boneless on the table, my legs spread, with Matty settled between my thighs as he licked me clean. His attention was almost painful against my tender flesh, and I nudged him away. “No more. I can’t come again.”

As if he took it as a challenge, a soft purr came from him again, more felt than heard. Much to my surprise, another orgasm gently rolled over me. It wasn’t powerful like the others, the rippling sensations actually easing the ache in my body, leaving me panting and breathless, my limbs still tingling after all the mind-blowing orgasms. I was more asleep than awake when he lifted me in his arms, cradling me against his chest like I was something precious.

As he headed toward the bedroom, he kissed the top of my head, nuzzling against me, and whispered in my ear, “Do you want a shower first or a nap?”

“Nap.” I didn’t care that I smelled of sex and sweat. I loved being able to wear his smell on my skin. As he eased me down on the bed, I grabbed his arm to keep him from leaving. “You distracted me this time, using your secret weapon and destroying my pussy in the best possible way, but don’t think that I’m going to let you get away with that again. Next time, you’re going to be at my mercy. Don’t think I’ll let your addicting, vibrating dick sidetrack me.”

I pursed my lips, then rolled my eyes and admitted the truth, “Well, I won’t let you distract me thewholetime. I know what to expect now, and I’ll be better prepared. How do cats not come with a warning label and a posse of women throwing themselves at them?”

An amused smile creased his face, a proud, broken purr rumbled from him, and damned if my nipples didn’t tighten at the sound.

Like I was already trained to react to it.

Just the thought of anyone else hearing it made my wolf snarl.

“My purr is only for you,” he said, reading me clearly without me having to say a word. I took it as a vow. He ran soothing fingers through my hair, then tucked a couple of strands behind my ear. I didn’t get a chance to say anything else before his lips tenderly brushed mine in the sweetest kiss. I was so distracted that when he pulled away, I lost my hold.

“Rest. I’ll start supper.”

A pang went through me as he pulled away, and I suddenly felt very needy, not wanting him to leave. As if sensing my anxiety, he lingered and fussed with the blanket, tucking me in tight until I felt pampered and loved.

“Why don’t I get up and help?” I used my best flirty voice, already pushing away the blankets when he caught my shoulders and forced me back down. I would’ve been lying if I said my heart didn’t leap at his touch, and I debated pulling him back into bed with me.

“No.” The man had the audacity to bop me on the nose, the sneaky cat somehow slipping away before I could grab him. “Just let me take care of my mate.”

Mate.

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