Page 70 of Pack Kasen: Part 3
It’s not enough.
I want more than a tremble. I want his hands in my hair, his fingers holding me, and my name a choked groan on his lips.
I want him desperate.
“Just that?” His tone is full of challenge, and his amber gaze burns.
I circle him with the tip of my tongue.
He gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You’ll have to work a little harder to get my attention, Kitty cat. I’d barely pause in my conversation with—fuck!”
His fingers clamp in my hair, and his eyes slam shut as I suck him deep into my mouth. I keep the pressure tight, sliding up and then down until he touches the back of my throat.
Both hands are in my hair as I rise, draw in a breath, and sink again. I love how he tastes. The salty splash of his pre-cum hits my tongue, and I swallow it all down.
“That’s it,” he groans as his hips slowly pump. “That’s fucking it.”
I’m increasing the pressure, working faster and deeper when he makes a choked sound in his throat. He yanks me up from between his thighs, rolling me and coming down on top of me.
One hard thrust and he’s buried every inch inside me.
I nearly come on the spot.
My heels press into the back of his thighs, my nails digging into his back as I choke out a moan.
With deep, hungry groans, he fucks me hard and deep.
“Aren,” I whimper, my stomach rippling as my orgasm edges closer.
He pushes my thighs wider apart, rising slightly, and touches his lips to my throat.
I tighten around him. He grunts and picks up the pace. “You want my bite, Kitty cat?”
Knowing how good it felt in my dream nearly makes me beg him to do it.
He strokes into me again, finds the perfect angle as I start to come apart.
His teeth rake my throat, and my hips buck, my eyes rolling back.
I grind against him, my climax ripping into me. Suddenly, he’s fucking me harder, grunting my name. Then groaning it. His hips piston in and out of me.
I’m falling again. Garbled moans erupt from my mouth as his hands grip my hips, hold me open, and he slams himself home. We’re hip to hip. We couldn’t be any closer if we’d tried.
His cock jerks, straining to go deeper. Head bowed, he’s so beautiful as he comes, I can’t look away.
He slumps over me, breathing hard, his skin damp as he wraps his arms tight around me.
The kiss he presses on top of my hair is lazy, and his voice is so sated he sounds half-asleep. “Shit. I think you blew my mind.”
I smile. “Does that mean no surprising you under your desk?”
“Sweetheart, I’m going to need you to live under my desk,” he groans, and I laugh.
Long minutes later, we’re still in bed, and I have no intention of moving from it ever again.
Aren gets up reluctantly, grabs the meal we abandoned, and carries it back to bed, where we take turns feeding each other and draining our glasses of water. Once we’ve finished everything, Aren moves the tray to the bedside table and we settle down again.
I’m lying in his arms, and he’s rubbing a hand up and down my back again when he says quietly, “Half the time, I don’t know what I’m doing.”
