Page 39 of The Wolf's Kidnapped Mate

I cupped his face and kissed him, damp hair slick beneath my fingers as I tangled them together. His hands came to rest over my hands. His fingers threaded with mine as he angled his tongue into my mouth with a hunger that sent electrical pulses through my core.

This was exactly the kind of divine intervention I needed for my boring life—a daring kiss that started with our fingers entwining. I wouldn’t have thought of it if he hadn’t started it, and I didn’t think I would have been brave enough either. I wouldn’t have even dreamed of it.

But how much could I keep lying to myself? Shoot, it hurt so much to think about his rejection, to remember how he had looked so haunted by the announcement of our pairing. Everything had fallen apart in an instant.

Until now. Until he slowly scooted between my legs and kissed me.

Desire took flight in my core as I spread my knees, casting the fur blanket aside. I welcomed him into my arms, feeling hotter than the stove burning at my back. Heat nipped the back of my neck, soon replaced by Fred’s hands. Everything he did carried with it a caution I recognized from our time in the black ops.

Fred was never the reckless type. Everything he did came with a cool calculation. But right now, his touch was searing. His kiss was explosive. Soft and tender as he was with his lips, his intention scorched my center, reminding me of the passion I’d once felt for someone else.

Someone who had left me high and dry at the altar.

I broke the kiss and whipped off my shirt. To hell with thinking about the past. I didn’t want to deal with it anymore. I didn’t want that business stopping me from enjoying the present. If we were going to be stuck here, then I was going to enjoy it, even if there would be consequences later.

I met his crystalline gaze that now bloomed with lust.What happens in Vegas…

Fred stripped down to his boxers. His chiseled torso invited my touch, causing my arms to collide with his as he tugged at my sweats. Giggles rose from me, uncontrollable squeaks following when he nuzzled his nose into my underwear shortly after tossing away my pants. I watched his eyes dance across my body—and the wonder that sparked in his eyes when he next met my gaze.

“How?” I asked before I could stop myself. “Why?”

He plucked my panties from my hips and peeled them away in a teasing motion. He never broke eye contact. Not even when his tongue parted my slit.

I lost sight of him and got a good, hard look at the inside of my skull. I must have said something funny because his husky chuckle greeted my ears, accompanied by another lick. And then another. My head fell back as I grabbed a chunk of his hair. Each lap coaxed my hips to buck. I was still lost. I couldn’t recover my vision.

Arousal soaked my thighs. He plunged his tongue deeper into my slit and grazed my clit with his upper lip. Hot exhalations coated my flesh, drawing goosebumps to sprout wherever he breathed. At this point, I didn’t care that I couldn’t see anything. I could feel it all, and that was more than enough.

My grip on his hair tightened. “Take my panties off.Please.”

He met my plea with a taunting chortle. With my underwear about mid-thigh, I couldn’t open my legs. I couldn’t do much more than hump and wiggle. It felt like he was doing it on purpose.

When I whined, his chortle turned to a teasing laugh. He didn’t once break his task, his tongue relentlessly slithering into my slit as he massaged my clit with his upper lip. Every lap dragged me into a deeper haze, turning my reality into a softened glimmer of firelight. He clutched my hips, drawing shapes with his thumbs on my outer thighs. Every sensation felt like it was heightened to a thousand.

Heat crawled every inch of me. I struggled to focus, my grip on his hair loosening and tightening in quick succession. Each second crawled on as he worshiped my slit, leaving no part of my folds neglected.Goddess, if I could freeze this moment in time, I would.

Because it meant everything to me. Fred wasn’t picking at my positivity. I wasn’t criticizing his grouchy demeanor. We were just existing together in a way that felt natural.

In a way that feltright.

The tips of my fingers tingled like they were dancing between wakefulness and sleep. Awareness drifted to my curling toes for a brief second until it was hauled right back to my core, right back to the place that Fred ceaselessly laved. Though Istruggled to open my eyes, I felt drawn to watch, to see what it looked like when he pleased me.

And my goddess, what a sight. The soft concentration on his face coupled with his wet tongue slipping into my slit drove me wild. Nothing had ever looked sexier. Especially not attached to me like this. Me and sexy just didn’t mix, not in my mind.

But when Fred was with me—when his plush tongue was swirling my clit—I just couldn’t deny the palpable heat. I felt hypnotized to the point of distraction, and it wasn’t until I was writhing that I realized I was coming. Fred gripped my hips and doubled down, slurping loudly while I rode each wave of bliss that slammed my body. I pulled his face out of my slit and groaned with relief that I finally,finallygot to kick off my panties.

I snapped off my sports bra, sat up, and straddled him, too hungry to care about how I looked or how much the chilly air beyond the stove’s radius nipped my tits. I cradled his head into my bosom while rubbing my soaked slit against his erection. His length twitched under me, causing me to ache. I wanted to be full of him. I wanted him to worship me in ways that we would never speak of to anyone else.

Tantalized by secrecy, I inched away his boxers with one hand while gripping his cock with the other. I perched the head of his cock at my entrance as I clutched his hip to steady myself.

He caught my waist with a shuddering breath. “Kylie—”

“I’m on the pill. It’s fine.”

He searched my eyes for the truth. “I’m still pulling out.”

“Just fuck me, okay?”

He wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me to his chest, plunging into my wet depths fast enough to silenceme. Pleasurable shock stole my sounds, my words, my ability to think. There really was nothing else except Fred in that moment. That kind of empty-headed existence used to be pure fantasy to me, something I read about in books. No way could I ever have achieved that kind of bliss.

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