Page 57 of X-Clan The Origin

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And he was moving them in a way that stretched me.

Preparing me.

For his knot.

Oh, moons.

Yes.

Yes, I want that.

I was borderline delirious, the room seeming to move in spirals of black and white.

It was dark. Then light. Then dark again.

The tree cover hid the moonlight, painting the room in shadows. My wolf could see, but all I wanted to look at was Jonas.

And his glowing blue irises.

Always staring.

Only, he had a very different look in those beautiful eyes now. He appeared hungry. Possessive.Dominant.

He sucked my sensitive nub, demanding my full attention as he pulled me into a cloud of ecstasy that left me breathless and panting at the same time.

I couldn’t tell if I was coming, or flying, or dying.

Some combination of all of the above.

There was just so much sensation.

My limbs were tense. My insides were molten and twisting and spiraling andclimaxing.

“Jonas.”

It almost hurt.

I couldn’t inhale.

I… I was drowning.

Only to be sucked back into the living again with another nibble.Right on my clit.

“What are you doing to me?” I asked, my voice a rasp of sound.Have I been screaming?

“Punishing you,” he murmured against my sex. “And loving every fucking minute of it.”

He followed that up with another nibble that had me seeing stars.

I… I hadn’t felt like this… perhaps ever.

My heat was definitely spurring this on, making me so sensitive that just a flick against my clit had me tumbling into oblivion.

Over and over again.

Making me come repeatedly,I thought, vaguely recalling what he’d threatened to do.

Fuck, if this was his idea of punishment, I was going to act out every damn day.

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