Page 43 of The Wolf Guard's Mate

“Like a good couch.” He still sounded amused.

Maybe I was his built-in entertainment system for the rest of his life. Lucky bastard.

“Only good? Hmm.” I scooted closer to him and wrapped a hand around his erection, earning a low growl. “How about now?”

“Better,” he rumbled.

I stroked him lightly, and he watched me touch him with dark, hooded eyes. “Now?”

“Fucking incredible.”

I kept going, watching his abs tense with my motions and listening closely to every sound of pleasure the man tried to bite back.

He didn’t want to lose control of himself.

I could fix that.

Without releasing him, I slid off the couch and kneeled between his legs. His groan was nearly feral as I lowered my lips to his erection and kissed him lightly.

“Oli Pop…”

“Shut up and let me taste you,” I murmured.

And finally, I wrapped my lips around the thick head of his cock.

His hips jerked violently, and he buried his hands in my hair, gripping tightly. Usually, I let him be the bossy, controlling one. But this time, I was in charge.

Hunter’s breathing was ragged, his entire body tense as I bobbed slowly over his length, taking him deeper into my mouth.

He swore viciously.

I bobbed again, and his cock nearly hit the back of my throat.

His curse was nearly a gasp.

I picked up the speed, taking him a little deeper every time, until he was snarling and swearing as his release flooded my throat. His entire body shook with pleasure and effort as he fought the urge to drive into my mouth and take control of his release, but he never gave in.

He dropped his head back against the couch cushions as he panted, catching his breath while I licked the head of his cock clean and climbed onto his lap. Hunter pulled me to his chest, holding me tightly.

“You’re fucking perfect, Ol,” he rumbled.

“I know.” I nipped at the marking I’d left on his shoulder. The one that made him mine.

He barked out a laugh.

“You know what we haven’t tested out?” I asked, feigning seriousness?”

“The wall?”

“That can wait. I was thinking about the porch.”

He lifted his head from the couch cushions, eyes darkening quickly. “You want me to fuck you outside?”

“Where anyone could hear us,” I said with a smirk.

He rumbled again, lower. “It’s risky.”

“I told you, I like to live on the edge. And you do have a fence, so really, how risky is it?”

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