Page 20 of Rescued By The Wolf

“I am!” She promises, and I just smile at her wider.

I push her thighs further apart and settle between them so that I’m at eye level with her pretty pink core. She’s soaking wet, and part of me wants to kiss my way back up her body and thrust into her, but first, I need a taste. I want to know what my mate tastes like. I want to have her taste on my tongue when I claim her.

Sophie is panting and squirming as I spread her lower lips and bury my face between her thighs.

“FLINT!” She screams. and I moan.

My tongue licks up all of her sweet juices. I flick my tongue over her clit. and her hips shoot off the bed in response.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” She pants, her thighs restless on either side of my head.

“Fuck,” I grunt as I feel her body start to tighten.

She’s close to coming, and I want to be right here when she finds her release.

I use my forearm to pin her to the mattress as I eat at her like a starving man. In a way, I am. I’ve waited twenty-seven years to have my mate.

My thumb circles her clit as my tongue dips lower. When I pinch that little bundle of nerves, she goes flying over the edge. She screams my name up at the ceiling, and I grin with satisfaction when I hear how hoarse she sounds.

I lick up her release and then crawl up her body. I’m wound tight, and I need to be in my mate. I need to claim her.

She blinks her eyes open at me and smiles. She looks love drunk, and I love it. She should always look like that.

Bite her! My wolf shouts at me.

“So perfect,” I whisper as my cock nudges against her opening.

She spreads her legs wider in invitation, and I kiss her once more before my lips move to the base of her neck. I lick her there, and Sophie moans.

“Please,” she whispers, and I nod.

“Mine,” I tell her a second before I sink my teeth into her neck.

“Flint!” She cries, and I thrust into her.

She cries out again, and I lick over the bite mark, sealing the wound.

Her pussy clamps down around me, and my eyes roll back in my head at the feeling. When Sophie starts to move under me, I swear I almost come.

“Easy, mate,” I warn her, but she’s too far gone in her pleasure.

Her hips are restless as they move against mine, and I grip my teeth as her wet heat wraps around me.

My hips pull back and then slide back into her in one slow, steady motion. She sighs and gasps as I do that over and over and over again.

I love the sounds that she makes.

I love her.

I want to tell her, but all I can think about is making my mate come.

Sweat coats our skin, and I lose track of time and where I end and she begins as I make her mine. She feels so good beneath me, wrapped around me. She feels perfect.

I can feel her tightening around me, and I know that she’s close to coming.

“Come for me, mate. Let me feel it,” I grunt, and she moans, her nails digging into my arms as she clings to me.

“Flint,” she sobs, and a moment later, she’s coming all over my cock.

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