Page 55 of Rabid
We had sex during the claiming hunt of course, but we were complete strangers then, driven by the instincts of our wolves. Now, we’re connecting on a deeper level, and I want him not because my wolf does, but because I feel this intrinsic bond too.
Somehow, in this short amount of time, I’ve found a male who feels like he could be steady ground beneath my feet—if only I stop running and he stops trying to topple me. When all of the complications are stripped away, I feelhimand I feelme, and this feelsright.
His tongue delves in deeper, one hand combing between the open shirt I’m wearing so he can skim his touch up my stomach. My breath catches when he cups my breast, and I find myself arching into his touch.
“More.” I reach back and pull the shirt from my shoulders, letting it drop until the fabric just barely hangs on by the points of my pebbled nipples.
Tyran pulls back, biting his bottom lip as his dark eyes devour me. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
With his tousled hair, fuck-me face, and hardened body built solely for sin, I couldn’t agree more. My hands drop to the ties of his pants, but one lightning-fast hand traps my fingers, making my eyes flick up to his. “Are you sure about this? Because I want you to be sure, Seneca.”
I feel the weight of his words, but instead of being heavy, oppressive, they solidify his anchoring presence. “I’m sure.”
He moves so fast, I squeal in surprise as I’m suddenly lifted up in the air. He takes three steps, and then my bare ass hits the hammock, my borrowed shirt puddling to the floor. “I have thought about fucking you on this since I took you against the hard wall of the cave,” Tyran says, the rumble of his voice doing delicious things to me.
“Thisismuch more comfortable.” I spread my thighs boldly, inviting him to step between them as I untie the laces of his pants and push them down. His hard, delicious cock feels so good in my waiting hand, and I squeeze him in my fist. “Perfect height too.”
“Harder,” he grinds out, jerking his hips into my hold.
I do what he wants, squeezing harder, but he reaches down and curls his own fist around mine and says again, “Harder.”
Using his touch as my guide, I grip him like he needs. His head tips back as I clutch his cock, and every time he makes another one of his sexy groans, it makes heat bank between my thighs.
Tyran lowers his head, eyes gleaming with hunger, his nostrils flared. “I can smell my female’s needy cunt.”
Without warning, he drops to his knees, and I make a noise of protest at losing the feel of him in my hand, but he shoves his head between my thighs and starts todevourme.
“Holy shit...” My eyes roll back, hair tickling my ass as I arc backwards.
Tyran doesn’t ease into pussy eating. He doesn’t try some fancy moves or polite licks. He fucking eats me out like it’s the last goddamn meal he’s ever going to have, and he wants to taste me on his tongue for the rest of his days.
My fingers fall into his hair, and I pull at the strands, not to direct him where to go, because he is one male who doesnotneed to stop for directions. He slurps me up and sucks my clit, making my nerves light with electric bolts of pleasure. And when he shoves a finger up my pussy and curls it against my G-spot, I tip backwards until the hammock is cradling my back, my head hanging off the other side.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m going to—” I come so fast and so intense that my entire lower half ripples with the aftershocks, and a gush of wetness lets me know that I squirted, marking my male and this place with my pleasure.
When I’m able to open my eyes again, I lift my head to look between my legs, but Tyran isn’t there anymore.
“Drop your head again and open that pretty little mouth.”
Eyes widening, my head hangs down again, finding Tyran standing right in front of me, his cock at the perfect level with my lips. My mouth waters. It actuallywatersat the sight of him.
I part my lips, opening my jaw wide, and he wastes no time stuffing his cock into my mouth. He goes too far, and I panic a little when my breath gets cut off, especially at this angle, but Tyran threads his hands in my hair. “I got you. Breathe through your nose.”
Breathing in as he pulls out, I do what he says, exhaling as he pushes back in. “Good girl,” he croons sexily. “Now widen your jaw. I’m going to teach you to swallow my cock.”
God, those filthy words of his make my pussy clench, make desire rush up in me. I want to please him the way he pleased me, I want to make him lose control and to be the sole reason for his every blinding pleasure.
He pulls almost all the way out of my mouth, and I look up at him, my gaze gleaming with encouragement. He flashes me a sexy grin before thrusting back into my mouth. He doesn’t hold back, hitting the back of my throat and immediately making me gag. My eyes widen with alarm. “Shh, it’s alright. I got you. Swallow.”
I gag again, tears building in my eyes, but I’m fucking determined, so against my body’s natural reflexes, I swallow him. The response I get is instantaneous. A groan rumbles through Tyran, and his fingers tighten in my hair. “Fuck, just like that, Vicious. Swallow my cock down, choke on it.”
He gets his wish, because it is wet and sloppy and not at all dignified, but it drives him wild. Tyran starts fucking my mouth like he can’t help himself, and an electric pleasure zings through me becauseI’mdoing this to him. I let my tongue lather around him, open up my jaw as wide as it can go. I don’t let myself feel embarrassed when I choke or gasp for breath, lips dripping with wetness, because he fuckinglovesit, which makes me love it even more.
Just when I feel his cock thicken, and I think he’s about to explode, Tyran wrenches out of me. “You’re a cock sucking goddess, you know that?”
I laugh a little, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, just as he lifts me up like I weigh nothing and repositions me into a sitting position in front of him.
Pressing in against my dripping pussy, his brown eyes latch onto mine. “I’m going to fuck you now, Seneca Rain.” His tone is just shy of a rumble that rivals the depths found only in a volatile volcano.
