Page 30 of Tolerated By the Sigma (Mate Hunt 7)

“I can keep you quiet.” He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me just as he brushed his fingertips over my core again, and his mouth swallowed my moan.

“Shit,” I breathed against his lips, as he dragged his hands back down my thighs, leaving my center hot and desperate.

“Want more?” He whispered the words against my ear as his fingers dragged over my inner thighs.

I did—but Lisa—but—

Fuck it.

I could worry about her afterward.

“Yes.” My word was just as quiet as his.

His lips found mine again, and our tongues met as he began to rub his fingers over my core. He’d been learning me the last time things got hot between us, so he couldn’t have been experienced in this particular area. And though he was confident in how he brushed me, he seemed to be paying attention to the way I moved and breathed, picking up on what motions felt the best as he teased me through my panties.

I was so wet and needy by the time he slid his fingers beneath the fabric, that it took less than ten seconds before I was crying out into his mouth, my eyes closed again as pleasure rocked my body.

“Damn,” I groaned against his lips, as I finally came down from the high.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” His fingers made no move to pull out of my panties, or to leave my core. Instead, they kept stroking me.

And shit, it was hot as hell.

“We should go back to my place. Did you want to move in, or live separately for a while, or… ohh, shit. You’ve got to stop that.” Those last words were hissed again. The bastard wanted me horny, apparently.

“Lose it with my name on your lips, and I will.” His lips brushed my ear again as he spoke.

“Feeling possessive, huh?” I breathed.

“Always.” He nipped at my ear, dragging his teeth over my lobe a bit.

“It would be weird to—ohhh.” I moaned as he changed the angle of his fingers, touching me in an entirely new way. He covered my mouth with his, swallowing the sounds I made.

“You’re mine, Mouse,” he growled at me, the words soft and sexy and demanding.

And damn, I loved that.

“Mmhmm,” I managed.

He continued touching me, rubbing me, working me, until I was right on the edge. My thoughts were all over the place, but I managed to force his name out for the most part as I finally shattered on his hand.

“Ry,” I moaned, not getting the whole name. “Fuck, Ry.” My cries grew more frantic, and he didn’t swallow them that time.

When I came down from the high again, still panting, he looked ridiculously satisfied.

“Damn you,” I breathed to him, now that his hand had stopped and was resting on my core. “It’s going to be so awkward when we walk out of here.”

“I’ll sneak you out if you’d prefer.” He flashed me a wicked smirk.

“They’re used to you coming and going without warning?” I drawled, still breathing quickly.

“Mmhm.” He lowered his lips to my throat and slowly licked and kissed the column of it. His teeth dragged over my skin, and I shuddered. That only served to encourage him more.

“You said you’d stop if I said your name.” My voice strained a bit.

He paused immediately. “I did, didn’t I?”

“Yep.”

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