Page 123 of Wolf Blood

His chest rumbled again, the sound more gravelly.

I almost cried out in pleasure. I clenched my jaw to keep myself quiet instead, grabbing his hair and holding on for dear life as he ate me out like there was nowhere else he needed to be and nothing else he needed to be doing.

There was.

But he didn't seem to care.

I came on his tongue, and he lifted one of my thighs over his shoulder to keep me upright.

My other leg shook, so he pulled it over his shoulder too, holding all of my weight. He worked my clit with his tongue, taking me back to the edge again.

I tugged on his hair again, trying to get him back to his feet so he'd fuck me. He didn't budge until I came with another cry that I didn't quite manage to muffle.

Rhone stood, pinning me to the wall and pulling my mouth to his throat. I bit down hard, and he groaned, filling me with three fingers as I drank from him.

His cock throbbed against me.

I pulled away, panting, "I want you."

"We're in a closet, Harp. I can't knot you here."

"Sure you can."

"No, I can't."

I moaned when his thumb grazed my clit just right. "Please?"

He growled, and pulled his fingers out of me.

Thrill raced down my spine—but he dragged my shorts back into place instead of filling me.

Then he tossed me over his shoulder, and strode down the hallway.

We passed a dozen other werewolves on our way. Most stared at us or exchanged whispers. Rhone ignored them. I waved, because what the fuck else was I going to do? Pretend they weren't there?

He eventually made it to a long hallway I recognized, and stabbed his finger against the keypad of a door I'd never been through.

As soon as the lock slid open, we were inside the apartment. I was draped over the bed on my stomach a few seconds later, and Rhone was sliding my shorts down my thighs.

"Ready?" he growled.

"Hell yeah."

He was buried inside me in a heartbeat, filling me and stretching me and setting all of my senses on fire. I cried out in pleasure with every rough thrust, until he was coming inside me, snarling while his knot swelled to lock us together.

His grip was on my hips.

Then around my middle.

Then around my chest, as he lifted me up onto the bed, sitting me on his lap and holding me in his arms as we came.

And came.

And came.

When his knot finally softened, I was a panting, sweating mess, and he was too.

His lips brushed my temple. Then my cheek. "You're fucking gorgeous," he said quietly, still holding me tightly.