weight, shivered when he brushed his thumbs over her nipples.
He buried his face in the pillow of her breasts, licking through the deep valley between them and then sucking first one rosy nipple into his mouth and then the other. Pushing her back on the table, he continued licking downward, tracing the salty curve beneath her breast with his tongue, sipping the skin of her belly into his mouth, nipping and nibbling his way to the jut of her hip and then setting his mouth between her thighs.
Yes. The scent of her—warm, salty, female—was centered here. He licked deep, tasting all of her. He sucked at her labia and stroked the flat of his tongue over her clit. Her whole body jerked. Such a little nub of flesh to hold so much power. He barely put any pressure behind the next stroke and Maggie’s hips came clear off the table. Her fingers caught in his hair and she held him right there, demanding he do it again.
He laughed low in his throat and tugged his head away. Instead of bringing her to a quick orgasm, he pushed his tongue inside her hot cunt, lapping at the juices there.
God, she was wet. Wet with her own juices and the seed of his pack mates. That was fucking weird, tasting Eli and Case and Jack on her. It should have been gross. It shouldn’t have turned him on, but it did.
It was like when they were out hunting and took down a buck. His human half would tell him that he should find the blood spurting down his throat repugnant, but that knowledge didn’t stop him from liking it.
Maggie’s pussy was the best thing he’d ever tasted in his life. He could spend all day eating her out. Or at least he could if he didn’t have a raging hard-on to deal with. Case came over to the pool table and placed his hand over Maggie’s breast, massaging her gently.
Lifting his head, Carson met his alpha’s steady gaze and growled a warning. Maggie’d claimed him, and it was his right to take her however he pleased.
Case raised his brow and smiled before withdrawing his hand. Maggie lifted herself onto her elbows and stared down at him. Fuck, she was beautiful. Horny as hell. Fertile. And his.
His cock needed to be inside her now. Straightening, he pulled her up with him and turned her around. His front to her back, he pressed her down to the table. When she tried to push herself onto her elbows, he caught her wrists with one hand and pinned them to the table.
He should be gentle. He knew that. She’d taken a risk claiming him, and this was no way to reassure her she’d made the right decision.
But his wolf was taking charge, trembling just under the surface of his skin, and Carson didn’t have the strength to pull him back. It felt like he was about to change. His teeth lengthened. His cock felt harder and bigger than it ever had in his life. He grabbed hold of it to position the head at the entrance of Maggie’s pussy, and it was all he could do not to slam into her. Take her rough and fast, fill her, mark her. Seal the bond before she could take it all back.
She wriggled her hips, and he groaned.
At first, he thought she was trying to pull away. Even though it felt like he might actually die from it, he started to withdraw. But then she pressed back, urging him deeper. When the tip of his cock breached her fully, she froze, waiting for him to finish it. Panting, her muscles locked tight, she braced for a hard thrust. Inviting him. She wanted him to take her. She wanted it too. And she wanted it exactly the same way he did. Hard. Unrelenting. A pounding of flesh to flesh.
He could feel it. Read it in her body, feel it through the bond.
Maybe it wasn’t love bringing them together, but they both wanted the same thing now.
He drove deep. Her hips moved forward until they came up against the edge of the table and he kept moving, pushing as far as he could go. His balls nestled right up against her wet skin. The tip of his cock bumped against an inner wall. She panted and squirmed. He released her wrists. She
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