Page 263 of Primal Bonds

She wrapped her fingers around him, lapping at the salty pre-cum coating his head. “Should I stop?”

“Gods, no.”

She gave a soft hum against his cock and then took him fully into her mouth. As she relaxed and began to enjoy herself, the mate bond heated in her chest.

She felt his excitement, and it fed her own, turning her insides hot and liquid.

She played with him for long minutes, learning the taste and feel of him. And when he reached for her, saying, “I have to be in you,” she was as ready as him.

She crawled up his body, kissing each male nipple, smoothing her hands over the dark, gold-tipped hairs on his chest. But when she reached down to take him inside her, he gripped her hips and lifted her higher—and then scooted down the bed, muttering something about “returning the favor.”

She knew the man had a talented mouth, but this time was even better than the first time. He positioned her so she straddled his face, and then opened her with his thumbs so he could swipe his tongue along her weeping slit.

“God’s balls,” he growled. “You’re so wet.” He went to work on her clit, sucking and swirling his tongue around it in slow, incredibly arousing circles.

She arched her back and set her hands on her calves, opening to him.

“That’s it,” he husked, low and rough. “It’s your turn to stay still. All you have to do is enjoy it.”

Shivers tripped up and down her body. Her skin heated. She gripped her thighs and moaned his name. Close…so close, but not quite there.

“Take it, love.”

He gripped her thighs, his thumbs brushing the soft skin next to her sex. Meanwhile, his mouth kept up its magic. He swirled his tongue through her juices and thrust into her, while his thumbs toyed with her clit. She felt like he was touching her everywhere.

He pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

“Fane…” She shook her head.

He rubbed his lips over her other thigh. “Tell me what you want,” he coaxed.

She brought her hands to her breasts and pinched them. “Please,” she said. “Touch me. Take me.” And had the brief, sure realization that there was no shame in begging. Not when it was her and Fane. This wasn’t meant to break her, just pleasure her.

Then her whole body went taut as a wire stretched to its limit.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Come for me, love.” He gave a hard suck to her clit.

Her sex clenched. Lightning shot up her spine, flashed behind her eyes.

She grabbed the headboard and held on as the climax rolled over her in endless, searing waves. When she opened her eyes again, she was surprised to find the room was still filled with sunlight. She could’ve sworn a storm had broken over the bed.

He gave her a last lick and then slid out from beneath her. She rolled onto her back and he came over top of her. Setting his forearms on either side of her head, he captured her gaze—and slid into her.

“Fane,” she moaned, the thick glide almost too much against her sensitized flesh.

He halted in mid-thrust. “Too much?”

“No.” She wrapped him in a hard hug and they shared a kiss. She could taste herself on him, a salty musk. “I like it. Just like that—nice and slow.”

“Then that’s what you’ll get.” He stroked out and then back in. Sweet, easy strokes, parting her a little more deeply each time, until he was all the way in.

She squeezed around him, enjoying his moan of pleasure.

“Fuck.” He stopped moving. “No condoms. You want me to pull out?”

Her eyes widened. A cub—her? She’d never, ever thought she’d be a mother.

The idea warmed her to her toes—but not today, or even this year. She pressed her lips to his stubbled cheek.

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