Page 80 of Stags

He didn’t think he’d ever come so hard in his fucking life.

When it happened, it was like he left his damned body. He exited it, through his cock, along with his come, and he was just empty, suspended in nothing but hot, liquid pleasure, until he slammed back into his body, panting and a little sweaty.

He slipped out of her, dropped to his knees, pushed her back into the wall, and put his mouth on her clit. “I want to worship you,” he told her.

“Okay, sir,” she said, seizing hold of his antlers. “Worship me, then.”

EIREN WAS PRESSEDinto the bed in her hotel room with Lyall’s heft settled against her. He was licking her neck. Lazy, long stripes of his tongue, soothing the place where his teeth had been worrying at her.

She had never done anything like that in her life.

It wasn’t like she couldn’t come twice in a row. Typically, however, the second orgasm took longer than the first one. And with men, it wasn’t easy, not usually.

This wolf, he seemed to make her come just by existing, just by using words.

When he called her preykin, it made her hot, for whatever reason.

When he yanked on her tail like that, when he told her what to do, when he treated her like she was just his to do what he liked with, all of it made her hotter. Just the idea of the wolf fucking her had her halfway to an orgasm, apparently. She didn’t know.

It was kind of crazy, and he seemed… odd.

But this couldn’t be the last time. She wasn’t sure if she could live without this now that she knew what it was like. She’d never had sex like this. It was so very, very good.

“You’re all right?” he said, his voice deep and a little growly.

“Mmm,” she said softly.

His cock was still in her, though she could tell it was soft. That was fine with her. He could just leave it there. She wasn’t interested in ever moving out of this position, pinned under him, jammed full of wolf dick, and getting licked and licked. She thought she could probably slip off to sleep this way, actually. It was nice.

He sighed, and licked her sideways. “What are we going to do about this?” he mused.

“Do we have to do anything?” she murmured, eyes closed, encased in warmth and goodness.

“Do you live far away?”

“No,” she said, and something leapt in her, something excited. “I live in town.”

“Really,” he said.

“I stay home a lot.”

“Yeah, me too.” One of his hands moved searchingly over her, exploring her body. It settled around her hip. “I guess you know whereIlive.”

“I guess I do,” she said.

“But you should understand that I don’t want a mate.”

“I’m not asking for anything,” she protested, even though some part of her was needy for him, and even though she was, maybe, asking for something. She just wasn’t even sure what it was.

It was only that it didn’t feel the way it usually did with men. He wanted her, and she could tell that he did, and she definitely wanted him. Usually, it wasn’t balanced, usually someone wanted the other person more. This felt different.

He licked her again. “You taste fucking amazing,” he grunted.

She sighed.

“I think I’m asking for something,” he decided, rueful, a little gruff. “I’m trying to figure out what it is so that I can ask for it, though.”

“You just like fucking me,” she suggested.

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