Page 29 of Cowboy Wolf's Kiss

I was so ready to explode.All I needed was for him to move.

Just.One.Tiny.Move.

And I would shatter.

Waves of pleasure started to spill, and spasms rocked my body.Emmet moaned, then he moved.Sliding his big dick out of my wet heat, the sopping sound echoing off the bedroom walls.

It was lewd.

And hot.

So fucking hot.

“Goddamn, you’re fucking perfect,” he exhaled the words, his hot breath against my wet skin making me shiver all over.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, encouraging him, praising his efforts.He picked up the pace.Stroking me just right, dropping biting kisses along my neck and throat.

“Emmet,” I moaned, eyes wide as I felt his hand slide between us.

“Need you to come, Angel.Wanna feel that pretty pussy flutter around my cock,” he said, and oh my fuck, more wetness spilled between us as I start to do just that.

My orgasm slammed into me hard and fast.Breaking down all the barriers I thought I had erected around my heart.I felt myself opening for him, to him, and fuck, it was scary.

But not as frightening as the ferocious look on Emmet’s face as he reared upon his knees, pushing my thighs wider as he pounded into me harder.The wolf face I kept seeing was there now, like a shadowy overlay.

The beast was beautiful, baring his teeth, his emerald eyes so utterly familiar to me.

Then Emmet’s face was back, and he looked so goddamn handsome.Swirls of ink tattooed his body, and I reached out, tracing them as he pushed me towards another rush of pleasure before following me into such sweet bliss I never wanted it to end.

He fell forward, burrowing his face in my throat.I held him to me, crying out at the sharp sting of something on my neck before he flexed those marvelous hips, then my pleasure crested.I flew even higher than before.

Emmet lifted his face, his red tinted lips twisted in a heated smile as he said one word before crushing me under his kiss.

“Mine.”

Chapter Ten-Emmet

Iwas so fucking fucked.

I did not mean that literally.Even though, technically, yes, I’d just been actually fucking fucked.And Jesus, it had been wonderful.Better than anything else ever.Hands down.

But I still tasted Jezebel’s blood on my tongue as I held her through every tremble and aftershock of her orgasms.

Yes, there were plural.

Demon growled deep in satisfaction, and I felt our matebond surge and swirl around us before I raised my head from where I’d buried it against her throat.

Holy fuck.But it was beautiful.Green and blue swirls of light danced around our bodies, wrapping us up like Christmas presents.I was so stunned, I could hardly think.

And when her bright blue eyes opened, I didn’t know what to expect.But I knew the second she saw them, too.

Only, Jezebel wasn’t mystified like I was.Nor was she caught up in the magic of it all.The surprise.The beauty.

No, my sweet Angel looked scared.

Terrified, really.

She pushed against my chest, her lips twisting in a frown, and I felt her fear stab into me like a knife.I lifted off her, allowing her to scramble backwards till her back hit the headboard.

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