Page 44 of The Return
I lay beside him, and he leaned over and kissed me. He poked his tongue out and I opened for him, allowing him to take control. He put his hands on my chest, kneading my pecs. I moaned when he squeezed them.
“Core,” I whispered into his mouth, overwhelmed by the sensations. “I love you so fucking much.”
“Love you too,” he panted.
I rolled and pulled him with me. He weighed almost nothing, at least for someone with a wolf’s strength, but it grounded me better than years of lessons from my dad. I ran my hands up and down his back, letting my claws out a little.
“Ooooh, that’s nice,” Corey murmured into my neck.
I had to be careful. One slip, and I could slice him open, and that probably would ruin the mood. He moved his head and our mouths met. In every dream I’d had about Corey, I never considered how fucking sexy kissing could be. I thought being inside him was the ultimate goal, but I could die a happy man experiencing his drugging lips against mine.
When something hard pressed into my stomach and Corey started hunching his hips, I knew he wanted me, and that was another tick to the list of things my mate could do to get me riled.
“You come on me, and I’m going to be pissed,” I whispered in his ear.
“I—I’m sorry, I can’t… I’m trying not to,” he whimpered.
“Because I want to taste you, Core. I want you to drop a load in my mouth. Did you know a werewolf’s sense of taste is, like, eight times more sensitive than a human? The flavors are going to be so much hotter.”
“Jonas,” he whined. “You’re gonna make me shoot.”
I pushed him off me, and there was a squawk of protest, at least until I moved down and took him into my mouth.
“Oh motherfuck!” he cried out, hands fisting my hair.
His cock was amazing. About six inches long, it filled my mouth perfectly. I was afraid I’d choke, but I was able to take him all the way down with no problems. And apparently he loved it.
He thrust his hips up, burying himself in my throat, while he yanked my head down, trying to get deeper. I willed my claws back to hands and reached up to cup his balls. The moan I got drove me crazy. I squeezed and tugged on his sac, loving the way his testicles moved in my hand.
When he pushed me away, I was shocked. “Did I hurt you?”
“I’m sorry, did itsoundlike I was in pain? Shit, if a blow job gets me that hot, what will it be like when you’re inside me?” He carded his fingers through my hair. “I want to try so many things with you. I want you to suck me dry. I want to try to take you deep in my throat and have you spill your seed there, then roll me over and fuck me senseless.”
“Well, we’re already halfway there,” I teased.
He ignored the jibe. “I can feel your length against my leg. You’re longer than me.”
“Not by much,” I promised. “A couple inches, maybe three. But I’m pretty thick. It’ll probably take a while to get you ready for me the first time. After that, it’ll be much easier.”
“You might think that,” he said.
“What?”
He grabbed my hand and guided it to his ass. I slid my fingers over the soft skin, but then stopped when they came into contact with something hard.
“What’s this?” I demanded.
“That is a butt plug,” he said, moaning as I jostled it. “Before you got home, I showered, applied some lube to my ass, and slid my favorite vibrator up there.”
Favorite…. “What the hell?”
“Don’t be mad,” he pleaded.
“Mad? Fuck, no. Show me.”
“What?”
“I wanna see you fucking yourself with your toy.”
