Page 27 of Brazen

My pussy pretty much ached with need. It had been so long. So, so long.

I wanted it good. Hard. Thorough. My vagina knew that David wasn’t going to do it for me. Hell, he probably only did missionary.

I’d take missionary, but I also wanted all the other options. Horizontal, vertical, I wanted to do it.

With Sam.

Just this once.

I let out a soft, breathy laugh when the cool breeze hit my face. The door slammed shut behind us. Sam took my hand and tugged me around the side of the building.

“Ernie didn’t actually call, did he?” I laughed, trying to keep up with him as he towed me behind to where the street light didn’t hit, and we were cast in shadow. I had no hesitation. The past two days had pretty much been foreplay, and I was primed.

“‘Course not.” With a surprisingly deft motion, Sam spun to pick me up by the waist.

“Oh!” I cried as I wrapped my legs around his lean waist. Oh yes.

Damn, he was strong.

Like almost Ted-level strong. And Ted was a wolf shifter.

My hands settled on his thick biceps, and I was sad he was wearing a shirt. I wanted to lean forward and lick him across his chest.

He pressed my back against the building and let me slide down until my ass filled his hands, and my face was even with his. I couldn’t miss the hard feel of him at my center.

“Now,” he murmured, his breath hot against my cheek, his nose bumping mine. “Let’s talk about those needs of yours–”

“Talk? No more talking,” I breathed, right before I slammed my mouth on his.

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SAM

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She was a feisty thing, thank God. She knew what she wanted. Knew I’d give it to her. I’d made myself clear since I first laid eyes on her. Although, she probably thought I only wanted sex when I wanted it all with her. My mark on her shoulder. JT taking my name. More pups.

Forever.

After two days of being rebuffed by my own mate, I had her in my arms. If she didn’t want to talk, then I was totally okay with that. I tasted her for the first time. Spicy and tangy like the wine she’d had. She wasn’t tentative or shy.

Hell, she was definitely that spark plug, firing and revving my engine.

With one arm under her ass–a full fuckable ass–and the other cupping the back of her head to protect her from the wall, we kissed.

And kissed.

And kissed.

Even though my wolf was focused on satisfying our mate, his powerful hearing ensured we remained alone because the little throaty moans and gasps Clio was making were only for me.

My thumb stroked over her soft cheek, angling and taking the kiss deeper.

Clio couldn’t tip her head back because there was no room between us, so she lifted her chin.

“More,” she begged, writhing in my hold.

I cupped one full breast and ran my fingers over her nipple. It was a tight hard bud I wanted to get my mouth on but had to save that for round two. Instead, I pinched and tugged.