She shivered as he sucked on her earlobe. “Then play with me.” He kissed, no, he feasted on her mouth—barely even stopping as he stripped off her vest and bra. A big believer in fair play, Gwen gathered his T-shirt in her hands and slid it upward. He helped her whip it off, and then she smoothed her hands over his warm chest. Damn, he was amazing. Solid. Edible. Perfect.
Driven by an urge she was too turned on to overthink, she grazed his chest with her teeth. He growled and fisted her hair, pushing her head closer. She bit. Hard. Sucked to leave a mark.
Gripping her hair tighter, Zander snatched her head back and kissed her as he clutched and squeezed her breast. She was the softest, sweetest, most perfect fucking thing. And when her hand cupped his cock over the denim of his jeans, he groaned. She was looking down, watching as she rubbed the heel of her hand over his dick. “Something you want, Gwen?”
Well, now that he’d mentioned it . . . Gwen sat on the bed, putting her head level with the cock that was rock hard within the confines of his jeans. She deftly tackled his fly, and his cock sprang out—long, thick, and ready. Her pussy fluttered. Her hands tingled with the urge to fist him tight and pump hard. But she found herself simply staring at him.
“Well, go on, then.”
Gwen slithered her tongue up from base to tip, and then swept it over the head. There was no way she’d be able to take all of him in her mouth, but she was happy to try. Not yet, though. First, she wanted to tease him. Wanted to hear him groan as she pushed him to the edge. Zander was always so attentive, so damned determined to make sure she got off that Gwen wanted to return the favor. So, well, she went to work on his cock.
Zander watched in sheer fucking awe as his mate went down on him. She licked and stroked and played, like he was something to explore and savor. Every now and then, her eyes would flick to his—eyes glittering with need. He felt that look in his balls. Balls she cupped and rubbed and licked.
“Baby, take me in your mouth.” She didn’t. The little witch kept on playing and teasing and generally driving him out of his mind. “Gwen.” She blew a cool breath on the head of his cock while lightly grazing his thighs with her nails. He bit out a curse. “Gwen, if you don’t quit fucking around . . .” She fisted his cock and took him into her mouth. “That’s it. Good girl.”
Zander sank his fingers in her hair, groaning as she sucked him hard and fast, like she was trying to drain the come from his balls. Nails dug into his ass, pulling him forward as she took him deeper. Her throat contracted around his cock as she swallowed, taking even more of him. Fuck.
Seeing her there, lips wrapped around his cock, cheeks hollowed and flushed, her breasts and hard little nipples bared . . . Zander knew he was gone. “Swallow it all, Gwen.” His orgasm pulled him under, sending pleasure spiraling through him. He gripped her hair tighter as he exploded inside her mouth, shooting jets of come down her throat.
“Jesus, Gwen.” As he stood there trying to find his composure, his dick still in her mouth, her eyes snapped to his, expectant, waiting for direction. He liked that a fuck of a lot. “I think you deserve a reward for that.”
In complete agreement, Gwen slowly slid him out of her mouth, kind of pleased with herself. How he was still half-hard, she didn’t know, but she sure did appreciate his excellent recovery time. He didn’t move. Just raked his gaze over her, like he was taking a moment to appreciate a view that was his. “Something you want, Zander?” she asked, throwing his earlier words back at him.
“I have what I want right here. Stand up.” She did, and Zander slid down her shorts and panties while she kicked off her shoes. “I can smell how wet you are,” he growled. The scent of her need made his dick throb. His wolf inhaled it with a contented growl.
“I do hope you’re going to do something about it,” said Gwen. He tossed her on the bed, and a laugh bubbled up. She blinked, bracing herself on her elbows . . . just in time to watch the show as he made quick work of his clothes. Damn, the guy was a delicious sight to behold.
“Spread your legs, Gwen.” Holding his gaze, she did as he asked. “My baby’s being a good girl for me. I like that.” He knelt on the bed and spread the folds of her pussy with his thumbs. “Slick. Plump.” He sank a finger inside her. “I bet you like to play with yourself, don’t you?”
“Don’t need to. I have a vibrator to do the work.”
Zander stilled as all kinds of graphic images exploded in his mind. “Watching you fuck yourself with a vibrator has its appeal. But . . . I find I don’t like the idea of anything being in this pussy but me.” He added another finger, smiling at her sharp gasp.
“The vibrator doesn’t make me come as hard as you do,” she said, surprised she could speak while his fingers were thrusting in and out of her, hitting her most sensitive zones with unerring accuracy. “But it also doesn’t make me do things I don’t want to do.”
“What do I make you do that you don’t want to do?”
“You make me say I’m yours.”
“You are.” He thrust his fingers deep to punctuate his point.
“I don’t like to say it.”
She didn’t like to admit it, Zander thought. There was a distinct difference. “Why? Is it because you worry I’ll one day give you back?”
Gwen shrugged one shoulder. “Maybe.”
He withdrew his fingers. “Baby . . . I couldn’t give you up even if I wanted to.” He tilted her hips toward him, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and swiped his tongue between her slick folds. Her taste blasted through him, and he groaned. “I love going down on you.”
Zander ate at her pussy, licking and suckling while she bucked and moaned. He growled each time he was rewarded with more of her cream. She tasted so fucking good, smelled so fucking good. As her moans turned into curses because he wouldn’t let her come, he scooped up some cream with his finger and slipped it into her ass.
Gwen’s back bowed a little. “Jesus, Zander, you need to give a girl some warning before you go shoving things up her—” She cut off as he lightly suckled on her clit. “Fuck. Don’t stop.” But of course he stopped, the jerk.
“I want to be in you when you come.” Zander lowered her legs, satisfied when she locked them around his waist. He curled his tongue around her nipple just because, and her fingers delved into his hair. Those fingers tugged hard when he plucked the taut bud with his teeth.
“No biting,” she hissed.
So he bit her. Right on the swell of her breast. “You like it when I bite you.” His wolf fucking loved it. Zander grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, staring into blue eyes that were hazy with need. The sight made his balls ache. “I’m going to hold you down.”
Gwen swallowed, totally mesmerized by the stamp of feral possessiveness on his face.
“No struggling. Just take it.” Zander slowly sank into her, gritting his teeth as her pussy squeezed his cock. Fuck, she was so damn tight. Yet, he always slid smoothly inside . . . because she was made to take him. Once he’d buried every inch of himself inside her, he groaned into her ear. “Gonna make my baby come long and hard, until she can’t even breathe.”