Page 61 of The Fated Hunter Wolf
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought of this?” He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. “Even when I hated you, I had to have you.”
His breath stuttered as he pressed his hand against my breast through what was left of my shirt. His lips met mine again, his tongue hot in my mouth. When he pulled back, he lifted my shirt in a single motion over my head. My nipples were hard with his touch and the cold of the night. He lowered his head and swirled his tongue around one while cupping my other breast in his large hands. His touch was gentler than I would have thought him capable of, and I couldn’t hold back my arousal for another second. I was being overcome with the need, my wolf pressing against me, demanding to be taken by him.
“Fuck,” he said. He pulled away from my breast, his head falling backward. “You’re so turned on and I can’t fucking stand it.”
He dropped to his knees in front of me, undoing the button of my pants and the zipper. I moaned, knowing what was coming next and wanting it so bad I felt lightheaded. He pulled my pants down lower.
“Sable?” He looked up at me from his knees, the question clear—I was the one who decided if we crossed this line.
For me, it was already decided.
“Don’t stop.”
“If I start?—”
I growled. “Fuck, Rhys, I saiddon’t stop.”
His smile was mischievous and full of desire. It was the first time I saw this side of him, and my wolf was close to howling her delight. This side was all about pleasing his mate.
He knelt in front of me and took the top of my underwear between his teeth, biting through it in gentle tugs, sending surges of wanting all over my body. He put his hands into the waistband of my pants and pulled them down completely, all while continuing to tease me with his teeth and tongue through the thin fabric of my underwear. I stepped out of my pants, feeling the cool of night against my skin. I was growing hotter by the second. My wolf nature was coming fully to the fore, and she wasfucking happy. I felt free. Free to the night, free to the pleasure of Rhys’s mouth.
Rhys moaned. “You’re soaking wet for me.” He moved aside the elastic of my underwear and lapped at my clit, making me gasp. “This is just the beginning, beautiful.”
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me down. We were kneeling in front of each other when he leaned in and kissed me again, his tongue searching me, and mine doing the same back. His fingers slipped between my legs. I cried out in spite of myself, against his mouth. He didn’t stop kissing me. His finger entered me and I exploded inside, riding his hand so he rubbed my clit at the same time.
“Good wolf,” he moaned. “Ride it harder.”
I did as I was told, my body shuddering as I pushed into his hand, aching for more.
“I know what you want.” He slid his finger out of me, which was definitely not what I wanted.
He ripped my underwear off my body.
That’s more like it.Boldness was growing in me, the need to come overtaking any logic or practical thought.
He sat back and pulled me onto his lap. It felt too slow, but I knew where he was going with this, and let him take his time, let the anticipation grow as I grew wetter.
I was on his lap, but he placed his hands on my hips and lifted me so that I hovered over him. He did it as if I were light as a feather, which I definitely was not, and my wolf preened at being taken care of. He slowly laid back, pulling me up so that I was sitting on his rock-hard abs. His hands continued to lead me forward, my knees scraping the forest floor as I crawled toward his face. I was careful as I passed his chest, the wounds I’d made still there beneath his shirt.
“Bring that pussy to my mouth.”
Before I could lower myself onto him, he tugged me down, his tongue bursting inside me. My cry of pleasure echoed in the forest. He licked every spot, swirling around my clit. I tried to lift up from him, but he held me down, his tongue cascading over every fold, driving me fucking mad. He’d lap quickly, and then slowly, and suck my clit until I thought I would pass out. Unintelligible sounds burst from me as I rode his face. He knew exactly what to do, and how to do it to me. I started roiling faster, needing release, and he moaned into my pussy, the sound vibrating.
His name fell from my lips. “Rhys…”
I rode out my release, his hands cupped on my ass and the satisfied moans from his mouth making it last longer than felt possible.
His cock was so hard I had to dismount him to move past it, the graze of friction making him sigh. I reached out, playing with the head, circling it with the tips of my fingers. He sat up and took my hands in his. The gesture was so familiar, sensual and intimate that my breath caught.
“So beautiful,” he said, and pulled me against his chest, lying down with me in his arms.
We both passed out within seconds.
I awoketo the sound of Rhys breathing. Deep and even.
His arm was thrown across my waist, heavy and possessive even in sleep. On our sides, his chest pressed into my back, his face was buried in my hair like he couldn’t stand the space between us.
The bond was ever-present, throbbing and content. What we’d shared in the firelight hadn’t weakened the connection—it had fed it, made it hungry for more.
