Page 73 of Chasing Savannah
Chapter 24
Carlos watched her like the hungry panther he was and it sent her body into heat. She watched his muscles flex as he pulled off his shirt and her mouth watered. He was truly beautiful.
“What about Derrick?”
Carlos kicked his pants off. “He’ll catch up.”
His eyes swept her body and instead of self-conscious it made her feel beautiful, desirable. The heat in his eyes could light a fire. He prowled to the bed, her body dipping as he kneeled at the edge of the mattress. He crawled over her and she shivered in anticipation.
He cupped her cheek, his gaze softening. “Do I need to stop?”
Her body called her all types of idiot for even having the gall to pause, much less stop. His cock brushed her thigh and she looked down. She swallowed hard at his size. Stopping?
Hell no.
“No.” She whispered desperately, pulling him down into another kiss.
She had no reason to deny herself this with her mates. Though she didn’t know if she was ready to be an alpha female, she knew she was ready to, at the very least, taste her mates. She’d fantasized about them for some time, and so far, her dreams paled in comparison.
Carlos trailed his hands across her abdomen, his soft touch contrasting the aggressive way his tongue battled with hers. Her power raised, with it, her skin sensitized. He pulled back from their kiss and gasped. He rubbed his face along hers and moaned.
“Your power.” He whispered reverently. “Such a fucking turn on.”
He gripped her chin and devoured her mouth. She lifted her hips, her center pulsing, flexing in emptiness. His hand trailed down and he swiped a finger between her wet folds.
“Need you.” She panted, canting her hips when his finger dipped into her.
“You’re so hot and ready for me.”
He leaned over and opened the drawer of his bedside table. She grabbed the condom from him. He bent down and laved at her nipples. She cursed, unable to open the package, her hands were shaking so badly. She’d never felt need like what was melting her body.
His dark chuckle rumbled across her skin before he grabbed it from her and tore the package. She made quick work of sheathing his cock.
“Ready?” he whispered.
“Yes, please.” She begged.
He lifted his body off hers and his head bent to watch that first slow slide into her. When he lifted his head, his eyes were glowing, his mouth slack in ecstasy. She rocked her hips to make him move. He kissed her again and pushed into her, over and over. She mewled as his deep strokes stretched her. He growled, pulled out and spun her around. She lifted her hips and he snarled.
“Oh, mate of mine.” His hand came down, a light tap on her ass.
She hissed and he drove into her. This position made his strokes much deeper and she pushed back, wanting every inch. She tensed at the knock on the door. Derrick walked in, in just jogging pants. Liquid flooded her core as he stalked in, his cock showing a daunting print through the pants.
She arched her back and Carlos hit a spot. “Right there.” She panted.
Derrick sat next to her on the bed. His eyes were dark, flashing from gold to dark brown as he watched her. He leaned over and traced her neck with his hands.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful and amazing you look in the throes of your pleasure?” He whispered in her ear.
She moaned as his words gave her a thrill. She should be embarrassed but the fact that Derrick was whispering to her as Carlos pounded into her completely turned her on. She squeezed on Carlos, flexing her hips to drive him deeper.
Carlos hissed. “Shit.”
She did it again, taking pleasure in his snarl, her womb tightening.
Derrick kissed the side of her neck. “What are you doing to our mate, kitten? You should see our Alpha’s face.”
He pulled her ear into his mouth. He reached under her body and fondled her breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. She moaned in need, rolling her hips.
