My Perfect Mate by Caryn Moya Block Read Free Book Online

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pants he stroked her skin, playing at the edge of her silken
panties, caressing her hip bones and upper thigh. While his mouth
continued to pleasure her breasts, first one and then the other,
Susan moaned and ran her fingers down his back, her nail lightly
scoring his skin.
    He released her breast. She
reluctantly let go of his hair as he moved to kneel between her
thighs. He reached for the waistband of her pants and slowly worked
them down. Susan lifted her hips and he slipped off the last of her
clothing. The garments lay forgotten on the floor as he gazed at
her.
    She was beautiful, her nipples red and
extended from his kisses, her legs spread to accommodate him.
Little blond curls glistened with moisture between her thighs. What
a treasure the Goddess gifted him. He leaned down and pressed
kisses to her legs and slowly worked his way up, licking and
nibbling until he reached the wet curls waiting for him.
    He blew lightly across her and she
shivered. Suddenly needing a taste, he swiped up her crease with
his tongue. She gasped. He went back for more, pushing his tongue
deep. She tasted as lovely as she smelled. He would never get
enough. He pushed in again, licking, searching for the wonderful
cream.
    “Oh my god, Jean-Paul, you’re driving
me crazy.” Susan’s voice came out breathy and hoarse. JP went down
again, pushing a finger into her core. He sucked on the little
bundle of nerves that added to her pleasure. He began to feel her
emotions. When he sucked her, he could feel her pleasure. Was this
the mating bond?
    Mathis said it would connect them
telepathically. JP didn’t realize it would connect them
empathically. He used his teeth to lightly press on the nerves.
Susan gasped as her body bucked. Ecstasy flooded his mind. He
floated with her in the ether.
    Jean-Paul shook his head, trying to
separate his desire from her pleasure. He moved up her body,
needing to connect them, feeling her need to be filled. He poised
above her, his member nudging at her core.
    “Susan, look at me. I want to see your
eyes as I take you.” Her eyelids fluttered and then she locked onto
his gaze. Jean-Paul pushed in deeply.
     
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    Susan stared into Jean-Paul’s eyes.
She could feel his desire coming through the mating bond, his need
to connect them. She relished the feeling. Yes, she needed this,
needed him to want her. All thought of fear fled her mind. There
was only her and her mate.
    He pushed in again and Susan lifted to
meet him. The sound of flesh hitting flesh fed her excitement.
Again and again. Her wolf close to the surface fed her desire,
needed to mate. Susan panted. She wrapped her arms around JP,
pulling him closer, needing him deeper.
    He kissed her, mimicking their
joining. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, holding him inside
like she wanted his body. He moaned in her mouth. She released him
and nipped at his lip. Then ran her nails down his back. He leaned
down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, then nipped.
    Susan clenched; everything
seemed so hot. She was on fire. No, she was fire, burning brightly. She
suddenly burst apart, her climax shattering her mind. Jean-Paul
swore and came inside her. Heat engulfed them both. JP was in her
mind, his thoughts mixing with hers, his body filling her with his
seed. He collapsed on top of her.
    “Ughh,” Susan said a few minutes
later. “Jean-Paul, could you lift up, you’re squishing me. I’m not
complaining mind you. I think you just blew my mind. That was the
best sex ever, but I can’t breathe. JP…Honey?” Susan shook
him.
    He didn’t respond, his head rolled to
the side. “Oh my god, I killed him.” Susan pushed with all her
might. JP’s dead weight rolled off her and fell to the floor. She
got up and leaned over him. Okay, he breathed. The golden heartmate
bond glowed brightly between them as big around as a
rope.
    She pushed into his mind and flashes
of an unfamiliar place moved across her eyes. It was almost too
beautiful to look