Carol's Mate by Zena Wynn Read Free Book Online

released him long enough to murmur, “Yes,” then took him back into her mouth.
    “Swing that pussy around here, and let me eat you out.” 36
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    At his order, a delicious shudder shook her body. Rising quickly to her knees, she crawled alongside his body, turning so she straddled his face. Mark‟s hands came up to grip her hips, positioning her to his liking, then licked her from clit to anus.
    “Hey, I wasn‟t ready,” she complained.
    “Too bad. I am.” He licked her again, this time swirling his tongue around her protruding, oh-so-sensitive nub.
    Not to be outdone, Carol quickly lowered her lips and scooped his penis up so that it filled her mouth. She suckled strongly, then swallowed, smiling when his fingers dug into her hips.
    “So you want to play?”
    Carol hummed her agreement, knowing the vibration would drive him crazy.
    “Okay, baby. Show me what you‟ve got, but remember who holds the title of King of Pleasure.”
    What followed were several moments of slurping, licking, and sucking, as each fought to bring the other off without coming themselves.
    Carol was trying her best to focus on everything but what Mark was doing between her thighs when a familiar-sounding vehicle turned into the cul-de-sac and she tensed.
    “What‟s wrong?” Mark asked, displaying his sensitivity to her sudden change of mood.
    When the car slowed to a stop outside of the town house, Carol forgot about sex, scrambled off the bed, and flew to the bedroom window, which overlooked the street. “Shit! Hurry; get dressed,” she hissed.
    She panicked. There was no disguising what she‟d been doing, or with what.
    Damn, she thought she‟d have more time. She should have known they‟d come to check up on her, especially after she blew off Thanksgiving and the entire Christmas break to spend time with Mark. Not that she‟d do things differently, True Mates: Carol’s Mate
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    given a second chance. Mark had wined and dined her, treating her like a queen.
    Dates to the movies, the mall, flea markets, not to mention the fine restaurants and nightclubs he‟d taken her to or the gifts he‟d showered on her. Anything she‟d wanted was hers for the asking. That kind of thing quickly went to a girl‟s head.
    Mark still lay propped up on the pillows, languidly stroking his erect cock.
    “Come back to bed. Whoever it is will go away when we don‟t open the door.” Scrambling around, she snatched his jeans and sweatshirt off the floor and threw them at him. “It‟s my guardians,” she informed him in a fierce whisper as two car doors slammed shut.
    “So? We‟re both—”
    “Shh! Lower your voice. They‟ll hear,” she admonished him, despite knowing that with their sensitive shifter noses, Tom and Mona had most likely already picked up his scent and knew Mark was in the house, even if the extra car in the driveway didn‟t clue them in that she had company. By now she had on everything but her socks and shoes and was balancing on one leg at a time, putting them on.
    “Carol, you‟re being ridiculous. There‟s no way they can hear us up here. The window‟s closed,” he told her, but he‟d lowered his voice and, catching a bit of her urgency, finally moved. He rose and began pulling on his jeans.
    “Close the door behind you when you come down, and hurry up .” She left the bedroom. As she closed the door, she could hear Mark muttering about women who didn‟t know how to stand up to their parents as an adult.
    Heart pounding, Carol took the stairs in a single bound and sped into the kitchen. She snatched up the damp dishrag and a bottle of air freshener and raced around the living room, straightening pillows, wiping down tables, and spraying the couches and carpets—every surface where she and Mark had made love. It wouldn‟t mask what they‟d done, not from shifters, but it would tone it down, make it less obvious. She hoped.
    She could sense them standing at the door, politely waiting, and knew they