Page 96 of Wolf Blood

I moaned as he dragged his tongue over my clit.

My hands flew to his hair before I could think about it, and I forced myself to extricate them from the soft, short strands with a gasped, "Sorry."

He lifted narrowed eyes to mine, tracing my clit with the tip of his tongue before he asked. "Sorry?"

"For grabbing your hair. You hate having people's hands in it. I—" I swore when he lowered his mouth to my clit again and sucked hard. My hips jerked, and I climaxed again, with a loud cry of pleasure.

He lifted my hands back to his hair one by one, as I breathed unsteadily through the aftershocks of my pleasure. "You're notpeople."

I stared at him.

That might've been the most romantic thing he'd ever said to me.

Rhone dragged his tongue over my clit slowly, and filled me with his fingers. His knuckles brushed my g-spot, and I gasped out a curse, arching and yanking his hair. He grabbed one of my thighs with his free hand, opening me wider and fucking me deeper with his fingers, turning them just right.

I came for him again.

I thought he'd be done, after that.

Pull away.

Go to sleep.

But he just.

Kept.

Going.

Eventually, I was little more than a puddle of pleasure. I pushed his head away, and he growled at me, lifting glowing eyes to meet mine.

I blinked.

The glow didn't fade.

I wasn't sure what that meant, but I wasn't going to bring it up.

"I'm tapping out," I panted.

I pulled his hair until he gave in and climbed up next to me. His cock throbbed viciously. I had to imagine he was going to have some seriously painful blue balls after going down on me for so long without a release.

When he palmed his erection, I pulled his wrist away, and turned toward him.

He stared as I lowered my mouth to the head of his cock.

"You don't need to, Harp. That's not why I?—"

"I know. I might not last long, with the fangs, but..." I wrapped my lips around him. He swore viciously, cupping my head and burying his fingers in my hair with one hand. The other held the base of his erection for me.

I bobbed slowly, fighting to keep my fangs from descending as I took him deeper.

"Stop," he snarled, and I went still.

He throbbed wildly in my mouth, the taste of his precum on my tongue.

We hadn't done this, during our week with the other pack.

It had just been wild, crazy sex.