Buried and Shadowed (Branded Packs #3)

“Mira,” he rasped as she reached the rippling muscles of his lower stomach. “My beautiful, sexy Mira.”

She gave a throaty chuckle, deliberately rubbing her breasts against his tightly clenched body as she kissed her way down to the head of his massive erection. They gasped in unison as sparks exploded between them at the friction of their naked skin. Heavens above. Had anything ever felt so good?

Trying not to become distracted by her own desire, she took his cock between her lips.

His growl of pleasure echoed through the still air, his wolf glowing in his pale eyes. Emboldened by his obvious delight, she stroked her tongue over the very tip, savoring his musky taste. Delicious. Widening her lips, she sucked him deeper into her mouth.

Sinclair’s fingers tightened in her curls, his breath rasping through his clenched teeth as she took her time to explore every majestic inch of him. She even scraped her teeth down the throbbing shaft, recalling his pleasure in using his fangs against her skin. She was instantly rewarded as a helpless groan of bliss left him. Chuckling, she allowed the tip of her tongue to trace a thick vein back up to the head.

“Oh…shit,” he breathed as she took him deep enough to feel the tip of him at the back of her throat. “Enough playing.”

With dizzying speed, Mira felt Sinclair grasp her upper arms, pressing her flat against the mattress as he studied her with eyes gone entirely wolf.

A flare of intoxicating anticipation shuddered through her.

She’d never had a male regard her with such absolute, uncomplicated desire. The knowledge that she’d managed to stir his lust to a fever pitch made her nerves tingle with combustible eagerness.

“You don’t like to play?” she teased. “I was just getting started.”

Grasping her hips, he allowed the hard tip of his cock to press against the damp heat between her legs.

She groaned, the sensation of his wide tip slipping just inside her body nearly making her orgasm. Still, he didn’t shove himself home. Instead, his fingers tightened on her hips, and he gazed down at her with eyes that blazed with raw hunger.

“Next time, you can play all you want,” he said in rough tones. “But tonight, I need to be deep inside you,” he rasped. “I’ve waited so long.”

The wall that she’d determinedly tried to build around her heart cracked at his low words.

Oh, hell. She was in trouble.

“Sinclair.”

“My Mira,” he said, swooping down to brand her mouth with a kiss of white-hot desire.

Her lips parted. He tasted of her, and a spicy tang that she knew instinctively was his wolf.

The realization set off a thrilling burst of excitement.

This lethal predator could rip out her throat without breaking a sweat, but the fingers that were skimming up her waist were delicately skillful. As if he were afraid he might accidentally bruise her.

Not that his tenderness lessened the fierce urgency of his passion.

Sweeping a path of kisses over her face, he nipped at the lobe of her ear before he stroked his tongue down the length of her arched neck. Mira’s nails dug into his shoulders as he tugged her up the mattress, catching the tender tip of a nipple between his teeth.

Mira’s breath was squeezed from her lungs, her head tilted back at the incessant heat blasting through her. He turned his attention to the other breast, deliberately urging her desire to an edge that made her nearly scream with frustration.

Okay. Enough was enough. She needed to get him inside her.

Right. This. Second.

As if sensing she’d reached the limit of her patience, Sinclair released a harsh breath and slowly penetrated her with one slow thrust.

Mira squeezed her eyes shut. His hard length was stretching her to the limit, but it was splendid. The sweetest burn.

“Are you okay?” he asked, speaking directly in her ear.

“Oh, yes,” she breathed.

Recognizing he was afraid he might hurt her, Mira deliberately spread her legs wider, allowing him to sink even deeper into her body. He hissed in approval, rewarding her silent plea for more by pulling back his hips and then shoving them forward with a smooth thrust.

“Yes,” she said, arching her back as he started a slow, steady pace.

Placing her hands on his chest, she allowed her fingers to rest above his rapidly pounding heart. Again, she was dumbstruck, amazed at the knowledge that she could inspire such an intense desire in this male.

He was so magnificent. So intensely sexy.

Catching her gaze, he continued to pump into her body.

“Say my name,” he panted.

“Sinclair,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around his hips to meet the quickening pace of his thrusts.

He snarled in helpless pleasure, making Mira smile with smug satisfaction.

In this moment, this powerful wolf belonged to her.

Completely and utterly.