Page 46 of Moon Destiny

“Here?” I nipped the soft mound of her pussy through the fabric.

She jerked, and her voice went husky. “Close.”

Chuckling, I ran my hands down her long legs. She watched, her lower lip caught between her teeth, as I removed her boots and socks. When she was naked except for her panties, I stood and hooked my finger in the lacy waistband. I skimmed it back and forth across her skin, smiling when she shivered. “You’re overdressed.”

“You’re one to talk.”

I leaned in and kissed the side of her neck. “Ah, but I’m not the one”—I tugged her panties down and slipped my fingers into her damp cleft—“who’s getting licked”—I circled her clit—“here.” I sucked at her neck to emphasis my point.

Her breath hitched, making her nipples drag against my shirt.

I continued my lazy strokes. “I should keep you like this all the time. Would you like that? You could wait in my bed, your gorgeous body bare and open for me.” I nuzzled under her ear, drinking in her little sighs and shudders. The air was drenched with the scent of vanilla and orange blossoms. “Open and wet, with a hungry pussy ready to be filled.”

She moaned and thrust her hips against my hand. “Please…”

“Spread your legs,” I murmured, putting a little push of power behind my words. It wouldn’t hurt her, but she’d feel the compulsion like electricity over her skin. When she gasped and did as I said, I slid two fingers from her clit to her entrance, teasing through the moisture gathered there. “Were you this soaked in your dream?”

“Y-Yes.” She shuddered, her head tipping to the side as I kissed down to her collarbone.

I traced languid circles around her opening, my cock harder by the second. “Did I put my fingers…here, maybe?” I pushed both fingers all the way inside her. She clamped down at once, and I groaned against her skin.

“You did,” she breathed. Her inner muscles clenched hard, reminding me how exquisite she’d felt around my dick.

“Fuck,” I muttered, abandoning my game. I pulled my hand from her panties and ripped the flimsy lace away. With rough hands, I hoisted her up and onto my desk, then dragged her ass to the very edge. “Legs wide, princess,” I ordered, pushing her knees apart as I went to my knees. I parted her delicate folds with my thumbs and sucked her clit into my mouth.

Her cry echoed around the room. She tunneled her fingers into my hair and held me against her.

Which was fine, because I wasn’t going anywhere. Not when she tasted like paradise against my tongue. I pulsed the hard little bud of her clit in my mouth before licking down her folds. She made an angry sound—a kittenish growl that cranked my lust even higher—and tried to steer me back to her clit.

“Bossy,” I muttered, looking up at her between licks.

Her wolf stared down at me with icy blue eyes. “I was close.”

I took a minute to appreciate the bounce of her tits as she squirmed on the desk. I wanted to take her to bed. To put her under me and feel those long legs around my waist while I plunged into her heat. I wanted to bend her over the desk and fuck her from behind while she screamed my name. There were so many things I wanted, but mostly I wanted to know she was mine—forever and for all time.

With my wolf ascendant, I thrust three fingers deep in her pussy. Then I fastened my mouth around her clit and worked her furiously with my tongue. She trembled, pulling my hair when I didn’t let up. I went faster and harder, savoring her exquisite taste and the tight clutch of her channel.

Then she was coming, her pussy spasming as she cried out. Her body shook and her juices flooded my tongue. I lapped at her folds, gentling my kisses as she fluttered down from her high. I eased off at last, catching her gaze as I wiped my mouth with the hem of my T-shirt.

“That was hot,” she said with a shiver.

I rose and pulled her against me, stroking her hair back from her forehead. Her cheeks were flushed from her orgasm, and her neck was red from where I’d sucked her skin. Good. I wanted my mark on her.

With a wicked curve of her lips, she reached between our bodies and pressed her palm against my crotch.

And just like that, the tables turned. I growled and stepped back to give her more room. “Fuck, yes. Touch me, sweetheart.”

She opened my jeans and pulled my dick out, and I tried not to lose my mind at the sight of her stroking my shaft inches from her splayed, gleaming pussy. She seemed to know it, too, because she kept her legs wide open, rocking her hips a little as she worked me over. She rubbed her thumb over the moisture gathered in my slit and spread it all over my crown, making goosebumps race across my skin.

Then she swiped her hand between her legs and carried her juices back to my cock.

“Fuck. Fuck.” I jerked forward, almost slamming my dick against the edge of the desk. She just tossed me another flirty smile and kept going, her hand stroking and gliding. She smeared her arousal all over my shaft until I glistened with her juices. With her. It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced, and it didn’t take long at all until I was rutting against her hand with pleasure rushing me from all sides.

It boiled up—and then I couldn’t contain it. I came on a growl, thick jets of come spurting over her thighs and flat stomach. A strip landed right across her bare mound. And the sight was so sexy and primitive, I came some more, shuddering breathlessly while unimaginable pleasure coursed through my body. My knees loosened, and I had to grab her thighs so I didn’t fall down like an idiot.

“Holy shit,” I muttered, dropping my forehead to her shoulder.

She laughed and rubbed the back of my neck, scratching at my hairline. Somehow, it felt more intimate than anything we’d done.

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