by Christa Wick
I laved the fat, swollen tip with a curling tongue. My hips continued to press and grind against her, my cock rock hard within my jeans, its thick outline centered over the line of her clit.
I could feel her juices soaking through the denim. Her excitement and the raw, sensual beauty of her lush body had me ready to explode.
She must have sensed it, or sought to even the exchange, because she reached between us and tried to unsnap my jeans. I slid upwards and bit at the curve of her neck in warning, my alpha energy giving a tap against her sternum.
Clover arched beneath me, legs widening, eyes rolling back. Another mewl escaped and then she was gnawing at the back of her knuckle to hold the rest inside her heaving chest.
“Love,” I whispered. “I haven’t even begun to suck that sweet pussy. How do you ever expect to hold them all back then.”
She moaned, her entire body thrusting and rolling against me. Releasing her knuckle, she pushed at my shoulders, urging me lower.
Exactly where I wanted to go.
Down the bed I shot. My mouth settled in a tight seal around her clit. My tongue curled, its tip dancing roughly against the hard pearl hiding under the hood.
A wracking sob left my sweet wolf. Her heels pressed against the small of my back as she opened herself fully to my touch.
She was so wet and needy, I slid in three fingers thick. Her pussy closed instantly around the invaders, sucking and jerking as a hard climax towered inside her.
Clover lifted her arms up. Covering her face, she bit at the inside of her bicep, her hips rocking and slamming at my face as I sucked and licked and fingered as vigorously as I thought she could bear without fracturing around me.
Lowering her arm, she cried out for more, the muscles of her tight pussy knotting around my fingers as they rotated and thrust deep within her.
The vibration started at her hips then rapidly spread. Her thighs and belly quaked. Her breasts and shoulders bounced violently. Gnarled cries bubbled up from her throat. The whole time, her pussy kept squeezing and sucking at my fingers as I fucked them in and out, my rhythm as erratic as her needy moans.
I kept driving her, pushing and twisting on the inside while I teethed and sucked at the swollen clit that throbbed and danced against my tongue. I could feel something more building inside her, could feel her tugging at my alpha energy.
Harder I pressed, demanding a second release, demanding a signal of pure surrender.
Answering me, her hips levitated off the bed. A hot gush of fresh cream and the spurt of her juices filled my mouth. I swallowed, greedy for the taste of her. More pulsed against my lips and tongue. I kept licking, sucking, teasing, demanding that my sweet wolf give me more until she collapsed on the bed in a quivering, mewling heap.
Chapter 27
Clover
Satisfied with his victory, Joshua shimmied out of his jeans. I stared, mesmerized by the golden brown skin, the perfectly chiseled chest and abdomen, the powerful thighs and the thick shaft that rose up from the patch of dark hair.
Crawling back onto the bed, he watched me watching him, his gaze a stark blue that sought out my every secret.
All those years I had wasted fighting my attraction to him just because he shared a little extra DNA with the shifters who had murdered my parents. He was nothing like those cats. He had risked more than his life to save me.
Never again would I be frightened by his feline nature, by the saber rattling snarl or the pulse of his alpha energy.
Reaching for Joshua, I wrapped my hands around his strong jaw and tugged him up to me for a kiss.
“You win,” I whispered. “I love you.”
He froze, his breath catching in his chest. I blinked, nervous all over again. I had already said the words to him just like he had already said the words to me.
Oh, right—when I said them, he’d been halfway over the rainbow bridge.
“I said it before. You just weren’t conscious.”
Half his mouth curled in a smile. “I’m not sure I’m conscious now, catnip.”
“Fine.” I shook his face in my hands then gave one cheek a light slap. “Awake now?”
He nodded, the smile gone, his expression completely solemn.
“I love you, Joshua. I know our cubs will have the fiercest protector they could ever need.”
I kissed him again, tears streaming down my cheeks as I repeated myself all over again.
“I love you.”
Pushing forward, Joshua wrapped his arms around me, hugging me as he guided me onto my back. He kept me in the same loving embrace as he slid into me all hot and thick. A shudder of intense need rolled through me. I was slick, eager, ready to be completely possessed by this man that I had tried so hard not to love.
Buried deep, his body still, he kissed my tears away. Lips and tongue and teeth traced the curve of my jaw, sought out the small hollow where my pulse responded to his teasing with a frenzied beat.
His hips began to move. I closed my eyes from sheer pleasure, the rest of me rocking and moving with him. The fat girth stretched me, knotted my throat with lust as he tried to tame the grind of my hips to keep me from hurting myself.
“I’ll heal,” I growled.
He was so thick and hard, I struggled to hold him in, my coiling muscles swelling and trying to push him out. I locked my legs around his waist and growled.
“Claim me,” I begged with a desperate, whispery moan. “I’m yours. I need everything you want to give me.”
Burying his face against my throat, Joshua moaned. He began to thrust inside me, slow and exploratory at first. I could hear his worries in the way he moved.
Could I take his length?
Just barely. Even with a carefully measured thrust, he battered against the fragile mouth of tissue guarding my uterus.
Was he too big?
Hell yes, and hell no! Each thrust stretched me in new ways as arousal and friction made me swell tighter around his cock.
“Clover, love…” Groaning, he opened a little space between us and palmed my breast, plucking and pinching at the nipple.
Heavy balls slapped at my ass as Joshua thrust harder and deeper. Grasping, coiling, my pussy knotted around him, sucking and lipping, everything on fire despite how wet I was.
With a harsh snarl, he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. Grabbing me by both hips, he jerked me toward him, the fat cock spearing all the way into me, his hips and my ass knocking against one another as I clawed at the sheets.
Snaking a hand under my stomach, Joshua thumbed my clit, his calloused pad slick from the cream I wept. Wrapping his other hand in my hair, he reined me up. His hand slid to my throat, a light squeeze pinning me against him as my weight bore inexorably down, forcing him deeper and deeper inside me.
I squirmed, groaned, danced in place. He worked my clit, his cock grinding inside me. I felt his teeth on my shoulder, against my neck. I arched around him, my hips pushing forward, my pussy retreating along his length to the point I could thrust in return.
Muscles jackrabbiting, I whipped up and down his shaft.
Growls and snarls, whimpers and moans shredded the air. I felt myself getting tighter and tighter. Joshua swelled inside me, the fat head knobby and punishing. In and out, wild, furious, sublime. We fucked, loved, mated, trembled and quivered, but we didn’t stop.
My head rolled back, rested on his shoulder as wave after wave of pleasure thundered through me. Tears of release wet my face. My throat turned raw, my words incoherent.
Shaking, I waited, no longer breathing, my heart thundering through its last beats. I waited and waited, poised in anticipation and an aching need for the final swelling of his cock inside me, for the pulsing race of his cum.
There! I tightened around him, tugged and pulled, sucked and squeezed as his balls jerked and his cock jumped. Hot jets of his release filled me, seeped past the seal of my pussy to slick our thighs.
Bucking with a fresh climax, I rode him, milking every l
ast drop he shot into me.
Breathless, we remained locked together even after the pulsing stopped. I could feel his heart hammer against my back, feel the pulse low in his stomach tapping out a love note in Morse Code.
Gently, Joshua lowered me to the mattress and rolled me onto my back. He kissed my mouth, each eye, one cheek, a collarbone, the top curve of each breast, a hip, my feverish mound.
When he parted my labia, I started to shake all over again.
Soft licks soothed my hot, swollen clit. His tongue moved lower, the tip pushing in, then the entire organ. Slick and soft, it wiggled within me, made my eyes look inward as another wave of climax rolled through me from his tender ministrations.
Back out, moving up again, the licks and kisses grew softer and softer until I might have been imagining them.
Reaching my face, he brushed his nose against mine. I opened my eyes to the bluest, most serene gaze I could ever imagine.
“It’s official,” he purred. “You’re stuck with me forever.”
“No, you’re stuck with me forever,” I countered.
He cocked a brow, a playful smile bubbling at his lips. “And you’re certain you are okay with that?”
Trying to find my voice, I nodded. “I’m positive.”
Sliding onto his side, Joshua pulled me tight for a cuddle that lasted through a long nap. As I fell asleep in his arms, I marveled at how lucky I was to have found my mate, a man hiding in plain sight for years.
Now that I had him, I was never letting go.
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