Page 10 of Tempting a Wolf

Changing his tactics, he nibbled along her thighs and squeezed her ass. She virtually mewled like the cat she pretended to be. Her body came alive under his lips and tongue. She lusted for so much more but tried to hold on to the little self-control she had left after one touch.

“Marcus,” she moaned.

He looked up at her with intense eyes that terrified her. Somehow she knew he wanted her to watch while he tucked his head between her legs again. His stiff tongue swiped at her bud. Her legs gave out.

He carried her with such ease to the middle of the carpeted floor and laid her down. “Finally,” he said, dropping to her side, “I get to have what I’ve dreamed about for years.”

She gasped. “Years? Not me.”

“You.” He cupped one of her breasts, lifted it toward his mouth and circled the pebbled nipple with his tongue. She arched her back to drive it closer. “Sweet chocolate.” He worked down her body and bit her belly just above her navel. “I’m going to eat all of you, Tami.”

Excited and terrified at the same time, she shook from head to toe. He bit her again, and the rumble rose in his throat. A micro orgasm shot up from her depths. She cried out, and he waited until it passed to continue his explorations.

Positioned over her snatch, he twisted his head to look into her eyes again and drew a deep breath. “Your scent. We have sensitive noses, can smell for miles. Tami, do you know that your scent blinds me with lust? I need . . . ”

He demonstrated by thrusting her legs apart in a rough move, then by eating. This time, when he drove his tongue inside her, he didn’t draw back at her scream. He held her down while she wriggled beneath him. The noise of his hunger drove her over the top. He sucked hard to gather her cream into his mouth, swallowed, then went back for more. Cruel and sweet torment rocked her when he parted her folds to give himself a better view and easier entrance. She screamed again.

“Marcus, it feels . . .” Pain and pleasure combined. He lifted one of her thighs and rolled her forward to his greedy mouth. He licked from the front to the back, nibbled and sucked her nether lips. Tears splashed down her cheeks as she came for the umpteenth time. Still, he hadn’t entered her or removed his clothes. “Marcus, please,” she begged. For what, she wasn’t sure.

“I cannot enter you yet,” he told her.

“Why? Don’t you want to?”

“Woman, are you insane

?” He sat up and leaned back so she could see the bulging mass in his pants. She imagined that he had nothing to be ashamed of if compared to the blond god. “Come here,” he commanded. “See what I have for you.”

She considered telling him that he didn’t command her, but sort of liked it, to her shame. At least here in the bedroom, so to speak. As she rolled over to her knees, she licked her lips and wondered how he tasted. She had once nearly given a man a blow job when she was twenty, but out of nowhere, some guy had burst in on them; he yelled about the guy cheating on him. He had been just as shocked as she was, and by the time it was all over, she refused to believe he didn’t know the man. Now that she looked back on it, she wondered whether Marcus had instigated the incident.

She placed a hand on Marcus’s pants front, then paused. “Marcus? How long have you interfered with my love life?”

“The past doesn’t matter, Tami.” He rested his hand over hers and gave it a squeeze. His shaft twisted. “Open my pants.”

She did and reached into his boxers to pull out a tool so long and massive it sent shivers down her spine. Suddenly hit with a need to sample him, she lowered her head and kissed the cap. He tangled his fingers in her hair, and she took hold of his rod. No screaming man charged into the room.

She took as many inches into her mouth as she could as she sucked. Marcus let out a shout and threw his head back. She pulled away. Along the base was a puckered vein, so she licked it, then moaned. Marcus trembled.

“Tami. Sweet Tami, I want to be inside you so badly.”

His voice was tight, and she wondered if he was near to crying with his desire. She glanced up, but his eyes were dry. “Why don’t we? I’m ready.”

He shook his head. “Not yet. Lie down on your side.” She complied but kept hold of his hard-on. Driving him out of his mind was enjoyable. But when he turned his body opposite, and pushed her legs apart, she wondered how she’d concentrate on him. Marcus didn’t pause for a second. He scooped her by the buttocks, pulled her to his mouth, and began to feast again.

His staff, which she’d tucked back in between her lips, slipped out. She found it hard to breathe or think straight. Marcus ate almost violently. He shoved her toward his mouth. She thought she felt sharp teeth graze her tender folds. Despite that, she was coming again.

Marcus rolled on his back and dragged her on top of him. He stroked her thighs. She braced her knees on the floor and pumped his face. “Marcus! I-I can’t please you if you. Ah! I’m coming!”

That fueled his hunger. He sucked her button into his mouth. Her head crashed down on his hard thigh, his shaft kept in a weak hold. The rippling orgasms took control of her body and wouldn’t let go.

“Marcus,” she begged. “I can’t take it. I can’t come again.” He made a liar of her, but he finally released his cruel clasp. She slumped to the floor, spent. And yet he hadn’t taken her virginity yet. How could it get much better?

“Tami?”

She moaned, not opening her eyes.

“Tami, sit up, baby. I need to talk to you.” He tugged her to a sitting position and moved her onto his lap with her back to him. He was still hard as a rock, and it pressed into her back. “When we mate the first time, it must be in front of my family.”

She jerked up from his lap and stood. “Are you crazy? I’m not having an audience. And this is just sex. We’re not getting married or anything. What kind of strange rituals do you all practice?” She ranted and raved while he stood. He was completely calm as he removed every stitch of his clothing. “What are you doing, Marcus?” she screamed.

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