Page 62 of Pack Ruin
“Make out?” I smiled into the darkness.
“Yeah. Make out,” he agreed, then drew me close, his lips finding mine instinctively.
The only other time he’d kissed me had been my last day at Southern. Our first kiss had felt like a prayer. This one felt like a sin.
It was all heat and need, passion and desire in the darkness. His lips owned mine, his tongue plundering my mouth. I writhed, my core tightening quickly as the scorched caramel scent of him, the feel of him, erased every other thought from my mind.
My chest ached; my body burned. My wolf howled softly, almost purring. “Luke,” I gasped into his mouth. It felt like we were vibrating together, two strings plucked almost at the same time, a silent harmony being played.
“My heart,” he breathed back, kissing me even more passionately. “My Flor.”
His body may have gotten weaker, but his grip on my waist was firm and strong. The short beard that had grown on his facerasped against my neck as he lavished kisses down each side, one hand gliding from my waist to circle my throat gently.
My own hands were on his shoulders, then his back, the skin there warm but slightly rough, as if he had mud or something stuck to him in patches. I moved them to his nape, tugging slightly at the hair that had grown longer over the months. It was surprisingly soft and thick, and I inhaled deeply, dragging his warm, sweet scent inside my lungs.
“I dreamed of this,” he murmured, before his head dropped lower. He pushed the thin t-shirt I was wearing up, and lifted me slightly to draw one of my tight peaks into his mouth. “The taste of you. The feel of you.”
He moved to my other breast, one hand holding me around my waist, the other dropping to my thigh. His fingers slid up my leg, under my shorts, moving them aside. Or trying to. He couldn’t quite get his hand turned the right way to?—
“Fuck it,” I swore aloud. I pushed him away momentarily, then wriggled free of my clothing, tossing it all to one side. As soon as I was naked, Luke’s hands were on me again, drawing me back onto his lap.
“Perfect. You’reperfect,Flor.” He kissed me again, his hands on my arms, until I opened my thighs and guided his fingers back to the bare skin of my stomach, glad for the darkness. Not because I was ashamed, but because I wasn’t.
I was overcome. This was everything I’d dreamed about in my darkest days, the fantasy that had given me just enough distraction to keep from falling into despair. This kiss. This moment.
Luke settled one hand between my legs, tracing uncertain lines around the tops of my thighs, finally reaching my opening, sliding through the wetness. Staying there.
“Um,” I murmured, not sure how to tell him what I needed. “A little?—”
“Oh, right,” he whispered, his fingers inching closer to the right spot until I cried out.
“Yes! That’s it…”
“Good,” he murmured. “Tell me what you like. Show me how to please you.”
Something in his voice made me understand that he had never done this before. My heart pounded as I slid a hand down to cover his, my fingers alongside his, and I showed him how to trace circles, widening the pattern, keeping the pressure even, until I had to bury my face in his arm to muffle the shout of pleasure that wanted to fly from my throat.
He kept moving his hand, more gently, as I spiraled back down, until I panted out a request for him to stop. He pressed kisses to my hair while I recovered, the humming between us still resonating in my head.
“That was good?” he asked.
“So good.” I shifted to one side, his erection still rock hard on my thigh. “But you?—”
“Can wait,” he said. “Otherwise, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my wolf from claiming you.”
“Um, well, I could…” I slid off his lap and took his length in my hand, leaning over to lap at the sticky tip.
“Flor!”
I stifled a giggle. I’d shocked him.
I shocked him a bit more when I took the end of him in my mouth, sucking, and snaked one hand under his balls to cup him.
“I won’t… last long,” he whispered.
Not if I do it right,I thought, but didn’t stop what I was doing. I wanted to feel him come apart under my hands and lips, on my tongue. It only took a minute before he was groaning softly, my mouth filling with his warm salt.
“That was… magnificent,” he managed to say.
