“Tell me, or I’ll leave you like this. Aching. All drenched and empty.” He nipped her thigh, reminding her of what he was.
“Fine! I belong to you!” She gripped his hair harder, earning a firmer lick.
“Good, because I sure as hell belong to you. Would battle the entire godsdamned world for you.”
Emotion only magnified her arousal. “Munro . . .” Yet as she neared the very edge, he slowed his play, keeping her in an agony of dripping wet lust. “You devil wolf, I can’t take much more!”
“You will. If I can, you can.” With his free hand, he gave himself a stroke.
She imagined him replacing his finger with that rigid shaft. Every cell in her body craved it. “Put it inside me.”
“Gods! You crave my claim? My marking?”
“Anything! Everything. Please!”
“I canna claim you yet, but I’ll give you what you need.” He pumped his finger faster. Then he took her bud between his lips to suck—
A cry burst from her lungs. “Release me!”
He growled as he consumed her. The vibrations against her sodden flesh pushed her over the precipice.
“YES!” She tightened her hold on his hair, yanking his head while wantonly undulating for more. More. More! On and on, pulsations gripped her until she sobbed his name in surrender. . . .
FORTY-ONE
Everything I can do no’ to spend!
Each taste of his female’s climax put Munro into a frenzy. As he wrung her body of its orgasm, the muscles at the base of his spine clenched and his ballocks tightened.
This crucible of agony and pleasure was altering him forever, obliterating everything he thought he knew about sex. Can never go back . . . can never lose her.
With a last shudder, she pushed against his head, and he reluctantly ended his kiss. Resting his cheek against her flat belly, he licked his lips for more of her honey.
She reached for his face, tugging him to meet her gaze. The bliss in her lambent eyes made his heart punch his chest. Voice throaty, she said, “Your turn.”
He somehow made it to his feet. “No’ possible.”
“What do you mean?” Her gaze drifted over his heaving chest and rocking hips. “Of course it is.” She knelt before him, eyeing his cock like a woman starved for it.
“I’m so close. Fear losing control.” When her breaths feathered over the wet head, he involuntarily bucked for more, and the tip glazed her lips. “Gods. Sorry.”
Her tongue dabbed them, and she smiled.
“Fuuuuuck.”
“You said you fantasized about my lips closing around the crown. I can do that. Suckle a little. Lick it.”
Suckle. Lick. His blood was on fire! He shuddered when her silken palm gripped his shaft.
“I’ve seen villagers doing this behind the tents, and I want to experience it.”
“You watched?” His length surged in her hand. “Little voyeur.”
“I watched and I wanted.” She gave him a heart-stopping stroke. “Now it’s my turn.”
“I have no’ spent my seed in a good long while. At the verra least, I will come a flood between these beautiful lips.” He rubbed his thumb over the bottom one.
“Isn’t that the plan?” Another stroke. “I’m hungry for you.”
“Kereny!” He scented her renewed arousal and wondered what in the hell he’d done to get this lucky.
“In this very cave, you promised me you’d give me anything my body desires, any secret fantasy. I’ve asked for two things. Are you going to deny me again, or are you going to give me what I want?”
When she puts it like that . . . He dipped his thumb into her mouth.
She drew it deeper, her cheeks hollowing. He was a werewolf in his element, towering over a vulnerable mortal, and yet he felt helpless before her.
The look in her eyes told him she’d figured that out—and that she liked her newfound power. At this point, she could demand anything from him, and he’d deliver it. Golden Fleece? Yours. A queen’s ransom? Done. Mortality? I’ll be your human male if you just give me this.
He pulled his finger free and took his cock from her hand. “Part your lips.”
She did.
He began feeding her his shaft. Her mouth was a hot paradise; he wouldn’t be able to resist its hungers for long. “Tongue me, beauty.” His knees almost buckled when she circled the head. “Look at me. Want your bonnie eyes on me.”
She gazed up at him with heavy-lidded eyes as she lapped at the slit, dipping the tip of her tongue against it.
“Unh! The things you’re doing with your mouth!”
Her whimper of need nearly did him in.
“Suck me. Take more!”
She did. Her lips sealed around his length, her tongue flicking wetly as she cupped his ballocks.
Too much sensation! His beast kept trying to rise, lashing Munro’s innate ferocity. He rested his hands on her head, telling her, “Need to fuck your lush lips.” He rolled his hips to her. “Push on my thighs if it’s too much.”
She didn’t push him back; she palmed his arse and pulled him in for more, moaning with every inch she took.
“Great gods, Kereny.” Her swirling tongue and nursing mouth inflicted dizzying pleasure. When her wee mortal nails dug into his skin, an electric tingle shivered up his spine, telling him he was crossing the point of no return. . . .
“Never want this to end.” The wolf sounded enthralled. “You’re sucking me so good, lass.”
When she’d first knelt before him, Ren had gazed up at his stunning body, at his bronzed skin and rugged muscles. His prodigious erection had jutted before her, and she’d felt as if she were praying to some pagan sex idol.
Now she worshipped him with her mouth. After the kiss he’d delivered, she had zero inhibitions. Consuming his swollen length had become all that mattered. This immortal is mine.
“Everything is different. Everything is you.” His blue eyes were lost . . . lost . . . lost—as if he couldn’t see beyond her. Couldn’t think beyond rapture.
He overwhelmed her senses. Her ears relished the curt groans that broke from his lips; he sounded like he was in pain but loved every second of it. His masculine scent—stone pine mixed with sex—made her light-headed. When she tugged on his testicles, he rewarded her with hints of salty seed.
“My beauty, I need to pull back.”