Page 33 of Brazen

I pulled her soaked fingers to my lips and sucked them clean, savoring the tangy taste of her nectar. Pre-cum spurted into my boxers at the taste.

“There actually isn’t a car in the garage right now for you to bend me over the hood,” she informed me, sounding somewhat disappointed.

“Okay,” I said with a shrug. I had been dreaming of a list of ways I could have her, and I could happily pivot. “Stay right where you are.”

I got out of the truck and walked around to her side, where I opened the door. Gripping her hips, I turned her knees to face me, then spread them wide. She was wet, swollen, and perfect. I didn’t ever want her to wear panties again. I flicked my gaze up to hers.

“Let me taste this pussy.”

She groaned and scooted her ass closer to the edge of the seat to accommodate me. When she looped her arm around the headrest to brace herself and arched her back, I nearly went wild because she looked like a goddess incarnate.

Mine, my wolf snarled.

Not yet, I schooled him.

Clio was going to take some finessing and a lot of patience on my part to get her to be mine entirely and forever. I stuffed my wolf back down. I was going to have to keep him under control if I wanted to win my mate over.

She didn’t seem to believe in the one, as humans called it, or fated mates, as shifters called them. In fact, she seemed pretty hardened to men. Me, specifically.

I imagined working in a man’s world as she had in the IndyCar industry meant she learned to look out for herself. I knew what men were like on the rodeo circuit. I could only imagine what the men working with her in the pit crew had been like. Years of dealing with whatever she had made her the type of woman who didn’t need a knight in shining armor.

She was her own knight in shining armor.

Or maybe her walls came from being a single mom and protecting her kid. I wondered if JT’s dad hurt her, which made my wolf snarl. He didn’t like the idea of either Clio or JT being harmed any more than I did.

I needed to find out who he was. Whether she’d known that he was a wolf. Whether he was still in their lives. My alpha had ordered me to get intel, but Clio was a hard nut to crack.

But right now what we both needed was her riding my tongue.

I went in slowly, flicking the tip along her inner thigh, drawing closer to her weeping slit.

Her legs shook a little, and her hips writhed in anticipation. I switched to the other thigh, eliciting a groan.

“You’re killing me, Sam.”

I lifted my head from between her thighs and grinned. “As intended.”

After nibbling and flicking my tongue all around her outer lips, I finally licked into her.

The first taste of my mate right from the source.

I could die here.

A tornado could touch down, and I wouldn’t care.

This taste, this pussy was the fucking source of my very being.

I dragged my tongue through her juices with one long lap. When I reached the apex, I swirled my tongue around her clit.

She grasped the back of my head, pressing my face more firmly against her core and arching those tits toward the sky. Letting out a needy moan. “Lick me clean,” she whispered.

I lifted my head again. My girl liked to talk dirty. I was down for it and anything else she wanted to do.

“Yeah?” I licked her juices from my lips. “Is that what you want me to do, Sparks?”

“Yes!”

I gave her what she needed, licking and sucking, penetrating her with my tongue.