A Werewolf to Call Her Own (Mystic Isle, Book 2) by Selena Blake Page B
Authors: Selena Blake
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around the steel-hard length of him, she squeezed. Another groan.
It was too bad that in order to prove her point, she had to make him climax. What a fitting torture it would be to leave him hanging on the edge, tied up.
Focus .
She’d never gotten this close to him before. To any man. The network of dark, protruding veins captivated her, and she traced them with her fingertips. More groaning. Perhaps now wasn’t the time for scientific study.
“Hell,” he muttered as she bent over his cock.
That should have been her line. She was in hell. Tight corset. Unable to breathe. The man she’d fallen for turned out to be a callous beast.
She licked him, from the root up. Like a cone of gelato, Avery had said. She could do this. She could. Index finger and thumb holding the head of him, she continued her exploration.
So this was where he stored his heat. The skin covering his shaft was softer than the finest silk. His hips shifted and he breathed her name.
“Let me go, vamp. Need to touch you.”
She made a sound in the back of her throat that said not a chance.
Bending to his will now would lead to disaster for her heart. She could feel it. This wasn’t a joke. Wasn’t a spell. She might be playing with him, but to her, this had never been a game.
She should have listened to him from the start. He’d warned her he could only commit to a night. Maybe a weekend. Holding back her tears, she focused on driving him wild.
Up and down with her tongue. Squeezing gently with her fingers.
It didn’t matter how many times she told herself that he’d lost his Alpha, she couldn’t get his words out of her head. They rang on and on like a church bell, bruising her with every word.
Closing her lips over the head, she closed her eyes and renewed her efforts to make him writhe right out of his skin. Gelato. She bet she would have loved gelato. The ultimate in creamy, sweet perfection. She’d watched enough video online to know that women around the world truly loved the rich Italian ice cream.
Maybe one day she’d be able to forgive him. See his side of things. Understand how he came to such a silly conclusion.
Down and up. She used her tongue to massage the underside of his cock and was rewarded with a shout of her name. She kept her hands locked firmly around the base, holding him exactly where she wanted.
Today was not the day. She wanted him to apologize. To tell her she wasn’t crazy. That he’d felt as close to her as she had to him. But that so obviously was not going to happen.
Careful to keep her fangs retracted, she licked every inch of his cock that she could. The combination of musk and man soaked into her senses. The intimacy cranked up a notch. And then a distinct jangling met her ears.
“Hold still,” she ordered.
He froze, his muscles going taut beneath her.
Smiling, she closed her lips over the tip of his cock and applied suction. That unfroze him quickly. He went back to tugging the restraints, groaning, his hips rolling beneath her. Demanding she release him. She dared to open her eyes and look at him. His brown eyes were trained on her like twin lasers.
She slid her palms up his torso, relishing the warmth and the smooth skin over hard muscle. He cursed. In several languages. Years from now, she would remember this. His heat. His power. The look in his eyes.
If she ever needed a jolt of confidence, she would remember this moment.
“Ceara. Undo me or I swear I will rip these things out of the wall.”
“No. You won’t.” She leveled her gaze on him. “You said you couldn’t come. I’m proving you wrong. You undo the restraints and you’ll never find out if you can come or not.”
Letting her fingernails scrape gently down his chest, she licked her lips and sank down over his cock again. Muscle rippled beneath her lips and she felt him tense. So powerful, so tight.
Releasing him from her mouth, she stroked him with her hands. The slickness made it so easy to glide her thumbs
It was too bad that in order to prove her point, she had to make him climax. What a fitting torture it would be to leave him hanging on the edge, tied up.
Focus .
She’d never gotten this close to him before. To any man. The network of dark, protruding veins captivated her, and she traced them with her fingertips. More groaning. Perhaps now wasn’t the time for scientific study.
“Hell,” he muttered as she bent over his cock.
That should have been her line. She was in hell. Tight corset. Unable to breathe. The man she’d fallen for turned out to be a callous beast.
She licked him, from the root up. Like a cone of gelato, Avery had said. She could do this. She could. Index finger and thumb holding the head of him, she continued her exploration.
So this was where he stored his heat. The skin covering his shaft was softer than the finest silk. His hips shifted and he breathed her name.
“Let me go, vamp. Need to touch you.”
She made a sound in the back of her throat that said not a chance.
Bending to his will now would lead to disaster for her heart. She could feel it. This wasn’t a joke. Wasn’t a spell. She might be playing with him, but to her, this had never been a game.
She should have listened to him from the start. He’d warned her he could only commit to a night. Maybe a weekend. Holding back her tears, she focused on driving him wild.
Up and down with her tongue. Squeezing gently with her fingers.
It didn’t matter how many times she told herself that he’d lost his Alpha, she couldn’t get his words out of her head. They rang on and on like a church bell, bruising her with every word.
Closing her lips over the head, she closed her eyes and renewed her efforts to make him writhe right out of his skin. Gelato. She bet she would have loved gelato. The ultimate in creamy, sweet perfection. She’d watched enough video online to know that women around the world truly loved the rich Italian ice cream.
Maybe one day she’d be able to forgive him. See his side of things. Understand how he came to such a silly conclusion.
Down and up. She used her tongue to massage the underside of his cock and was rewarded with a shout of her name. She kept her hands locked firmly around the base, holding him exactly where she wanted.
Today was not the day. She wanted him to apologize. To tell her she wasn’t crazy. That he’d felt as close to her as she had to him. But that so obviously was not going to happen.
Careful to keep her fangs retracted, she licked every inch of his cock that she could. The combination of musk and man soaked into her senses. The intimacy cranked up a notch. And then a distinct jangling met her ears.
“Hold still,” she ordered.
He froze, his muscles going taut beneath her.
Smiling, she closed her lips over the tip of his cock and applied suction. That unfroze him quickly. He went back to tugging the restraints, groaning, his hips rolling beneath her. Demanding she release him. She dared to open her eyes and look at him. His brown eyes were trained on her like twin lasers.
She slid her palms up his torso, relishing the warmth and the smooth skin over hard muscle. He cursed. In several languages. Years from now, she would remember this. His heat. His power. The look in his eyes.
If she ever needed a jolt of confidence, she would remember this moment.
“Ceara. Undo me or I swear I will rip these things out of the wall.”
“No. You won’t.” She leveled her gaze on him. “You said you couldn’t come. I’m proving you wrong. You undo the restraints and you’ll never find out if you can come or not.”
Letting her fingernails scrape gently down his chest, she licked her lips and sank down over his cock again. Muscle rippled beneath her lips and she felt him tense. So powerful, so tight.
Releasing him from her mouth, she stroked him with her hands. The slickness made it so easy to glide her thumbs
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