Page 61 of Hunting for her Heart
I sit up, pushing her gently to her back, causing her little hand to slip off me.
“Ronan—” I cut off whatever she was going to say, sealing my lips to hers as I take complete control of the kiss. My tongue presses in, commanding hers to move with me as I move my body over hers, settling my knees between her legs.
After a few minutes, I pull back, and we both suck insome much-needed air as I sit up. Her dress has already ridden up, exposing her wet, pink pussy to me. It’s the first time I’ve seen it, and it has me licking my lips as I move backward.
“What are you doing?” she asks as I lie down, my face hovering right over her core.
Grinning up at her, I tell her, “I need to taste you, Willow.”
Keeping my eyes on hers, I lower my head and stroke my tongue right through her folds, licking up all her juices. “Mmm,” I groan, the taste of her arousal causing my cock to pulse with need.
“Ronan!” she gasps. At the same time, her hands find my head and she holds me against her. I lick her again, and her head drops back.
“Looks like we missed all the fun,” Bo says as they suddenly appear at my side, drops of rainwater dripping from their bodies.
Willow gasps, her head lifting as her wide eyes find them standing over me.
“Not all the fun,” I say with a grin before sucking on her clit. It has the desired effect: her head drops back down, now no longer caring that they are watching.
But I know they won’t be satisfied with just watching our mate come undone. Especially with how her head is writhing back and forth, and she squirms on the blanket.
Kneeling down at either side of her, Hawk kisses her lips as Bo pulls her dress down, exposing her exquisite breasts to the morning air. Then he lowers his mouth down and sucks on a nipple.
She moans against Hawk, and I ramp up my efforts, sucking harder on her clit as I push two fingersgently into her. We need to keep stretching her if we ever want to seal the bond without hurting her.
Her hand that’s still in my hair tightens as her hips start to thrust up against me, but I place my free hand on her belly, holding her firmly to the ground. I want to be the one to bring her pleasure, to make her come at my pace.
I can hear her cries of desperation as I start to fuck her with my fingers, and it doesn’t take more than a few minutes before her core starts to tighten, telling me she’s about to climax.
“Come for us, little mate,” I whisper before sucking hard on her clit. She screams loudly, only partially muffled by Hawk as her pussy squeezes my fingers so tight, I can barely move them through her orgasm.
“That’s it,” Bo whispers, lifting his head as he massages her breast gently. “So fucking sexy.”
“Beautiful,” Hawk adds when her body finally starts to relax.
I place a kiss on her sex before sitting up and licking my lips.
Bo takes in my appearance, my dripping beard, and my cock jutting out of my leaf, and smirks. “Why don’t you go take care of… all of that,” he says, gesturing to my face and crotch. “We’ll get Willow cleaned up and dressed.”
I nod, grateful for my clansmen right now. Before leaving, I lean over her and give her a quick peck on the lips. “You taste delicious, tiny treasure.” Her cheeks turn pink, and I stand up, feeling very satisfied.
At least about that.
It’s hard to get my clothing back on. I have to think about the beast nearly pouncing on Willow to get my dick calm enough that I can tuck it in my leathers.
Redmere has a very warm climate, and we do tend to live more ruggedly than the mainlanders do. We never found the need to make elaborate clothing like they wear.
As warriors, we wear shorts made from animal hide with flaps of leather hanging from our belts for some semblance of modesty. Otherwise, squatting low might show someone in front of us more than we planned for. Fighting and hunting make it too hot to wear much else.
The farmers in our tribe wear long, thin pants that protect their legs, but many go bare-chested. The fishermen are the opposite, often wearing shorts like ours with thin shirts for protection from the sun.
The older men and women tend to wear more clothing, and since there are no mated warriors in Redmere, I have no idea how to deal with such a wardrobe malfunction.
Maybe next time she will let me stroke myself while I pleasure her.
Fuck.
There it goes again.
