Page 77 of Smoke and Moon

Quickly, he turned the other way and licked and sucked the wetness from her other thigh.He dragged his teeth over her delicate skin but ensured he didn’t break it.When he got to the apex of her thigh, he laved his tongue over the puncture.It had healed but didn’t go away since he had purposely not licked it closed that day he nipped her.He hadn’t wanted it to fade or go away.He wanted Morlie to have a reminder of him.

With the tip of his tongue, he traced her mark and looked forward to the moment after she came out of her first shift, and the mark disappeared.He didn’t want anything to mar her lovely skin but him.And definitely not the damn human government.A people he’d never trust.

“Chanin, please,” she begged, tossed her head back and whimpered.

“Let me give you what you need, mate.”And he did.Chanin used his tongue to part her folds as he slid it down along her slit.He glided it back up and collected more of her cream in his mouth.He swallowed her down and went in for more.

He pushed in closer, locating her clit, hard and poking through her swollen lips.Covering the stiff kernel, he sucked it once, twice, three times.Then he released it and swirled his tongue around it.

“Oh...oh...oooo, yes...”Morlie arched toward him as she flexed her plump ass in his palms.

Squeezing her ass, he pressed her closer to his mouth.He alternated between nipping and flicking her clit.

She was thrashing her hips.“Please...aww.”

He shifted one hand until he could slide a finger along the seam of her ass to her center.Once there, he pushed in his middle finger.

Morlie’s body stilled, and then she tried to back away, but he held her ass tight and kept her in place.

Around and around, he continued to ply her clit with attention while he entered her tight pussy further.He only made it past his first knuckle before he had to pull out and work it in again.She was squeezing his digit so hard he wanted to stand up and wrap her legs around his hips and drive his cock inside.But he didn’t.

In and out.In and out, Chanin took his time getting his finger inside of her.When she finally relaxed around him and began rocking in the same rhythm as his finger fucked her, he then curled it forward, making sure he caressed the supple ridges along the front of her walls.

Flick.Flick.Flick.

Swirl.Swirl.

Flick.Flick.Flick.

Swirl.Swirl.

And in and out, he thrust his hand harder and harder inside her.

Morlie began to chant his name, and yes, so fast that it became a language on its own.When she tossed her head back and screamed, coming all over his hand and face, her pussy clenched and then quaked around his finger.Chanin sucked and licked her through her climax.

When her body began to settle into slow, erratic quivers, he rubbed himself from left to right until her essence coated the lower half of his face and the rough stubble on his jawline.

She just smelled so damn, fucking amazing.

After a soft parting kiss, he removed his hand from between her legs.He could feel and see the weakness of Morlie’s body as he brought her legs down from his shoulders.Her feet hung over the ground more than they were trying to dig into the Earth to keep her upright.

He kept a hold of her waist to steady her as he rose to his feet, ignoring the demands of his stiff cock and his scratching wolf, who would have liked nothing more than to shift and have Morlie shift so he could claim her.But it wasn’t time for that yet.

He removed her skirt from its hold and covered her sex again.Standing before her, he pulled her body into his with one hand at her hip, then cupped the back of her head.He drew her forward, her eyes still closed as he kissed her lightly on her lips.

“You did beautifully, mate.”

“Hm,” she moaned in response.

He stared over her shoulder and wondered why no one came searching for Morlie.Even though he could now see Aodh and her sister, the woman who threatened him the last time he saw her with a sword, stood by the opening of the building but remained in place.

Chanin shifted his attention back to what was important to him—Morlie.

When he swooped her body up and pulled her away from the tree, her arms crashed down useless and limp.He spotted her hands in her lap.Redness covered her palms, accompanied by scratches and bleeding from the rough bark digging into her delicate skin for so long.

But she never let go of the branch.

Gratification for her filled him as he cradled her tighter to his chest and headed deeper into his Pack’s territory.

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