Howl My Name (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance) (Grayslake Book 5) by Celia Kyle Page B
Authors: Celia Kyle
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mate stroked and petted them. Every brush gently tugged on her skin, teasing her without touching her moist center, and she ached to have him teasing her clit. It throbbed and pulsed, her pussy growing wetter by the second and she was this close to rocking her hips against his stomach and searching for the friction she craved.
“I want you to come on my tongue.”
She shuddered, body trembling with his rough words and her blood burned for him.
She slipped her arms free of the tattered remains of his shirt, leaving her entirely nude for him and he… growled, the sensual desire in his expression deepening until he was merely a man on the edge of need. His cheeks sharpened, teeth elongating and peeking past his lips. The nails on the fingers tormenting her slowly sharpened until they dug into her skin. It should have been painful. She should snap at him to be gentler, but it was so good, so right, and so perfect. That buzz of pain inflamed her, rocketing her pleasure even higher and he hadn’t even touched her pussy yet.
“When we go back out there, I wanna smell you all over me.” Those rumbles once again reverberated through her body, forcing her eyes to flutter closed. She rolled her hips, seeking to extend the pleasure the sounds created. “Like that?”
She moaned and nodded, eyelids drooping as she let the growing arousal sneak forward. “Yeah.”
“You’ll like my mouth even better.” His grip changed, pressing her more firmly to his chest as he encouraged her pace to increase. “My lips and teeth on that pretty pussy.”
Now she whimpered, pussy clenching and begging to be filled. “Reid.”
“Ride my face, Evie. Lemme make you scream.”
There was no missing the need in his gaze, the pure molten desire that filled his eyes. “Please.”
The word had hardly left her lips before she was lifted once more, Reid positioning her as he desired until her knees were pressed into the mattress once more as she was astride his head, her pussy inches from his face. She squeaked and leaned forward, catching her balance by putting her palms flat on the wall.
“Perfect,” he rumbled, those amber eyes now focused on the juncture of her thighs.
And he wanted her, craved her, desired her above all others. There was no missing his pure hunger .
Reid nuzzled her thigh, running his nose along her leg until he teased the outer edge of her pussy lips. “Smells s’good.” He breathed deeply and released a low moan, reaffirming his words. “S’perfect.”
He scraped her skin with a single fang, drawing a line on her pale flesh and sending a stinging shard down her spine to mingle with the growing arousal that assaulted her. He repeated the move, teasing her vulnerable flesh with that sharpened tip. He could destroy her or love her, tear her to shreds until she cried for mercy or give her so much pleasure she cried for more.
With the next pass, the fang was replaced by his tongue as he laved the aching scrape. Another swipe of her aching flesh followed by a third before he turned his attention to her other leg, repeating the process once more. She moaned with the renewed pain, the way it twisted and turned with the pleasure singing in her veins. Her body pulsed with her need for him, with her desperation to be touched by him.
And then… then his teasing changed, no longer tormenting her outer sex lips and focusing on the seam of her pussy. He nudged the top of her slit with his nose, breathing deeply before releasing the breath with a slow exhale. He blew warm air across her heated pussy only to suck in another lungful and release it again.
“I’ll never get enough of this.” She’d never get enough of him, either. “Need a taste, Evie.”
His eyes flicked to her and she wasn’t too proud to beg. “Please.”
Reid tongued her first, sliding along her slit, up and down and up and down. She grew wetter by the second, her center clenching and aching to be consumed by him, by his mouth and someday his
“I want you to come on my tongue.”
She shuddered, body trembling with his rough words and her blood burned for him.
She slipped her arms free of the tattered remains of his shirt, leaving her entirely nude for him and he… growled, the sensual desire in his expression deepening until he was merely a man on the edge of need. His cheeks sharpened, teeth elongating and peeking past his lips. The nails on the fingers tormenting her slowly sharpened until they dug into her skin. It should have been painful. She should snap at him to be gentler, but it was so good, so right, and so perfect. That buzz of pain inflamed her, rocketing her pleasure even higher and he hadn’t even touched her pussy yet.
“When we go back out there, I wanna smell you all over me.” Those rumbles once again reverberated through her body, forcing her eyes to flutter closed. She rolled her hips, seeking to extend the pleasure the sounds created. “Like that?”
She moaned and nodded, eyelids drooping as she let the growing arousal sneak forward. “Yeah.”
“You’ll like my mouth even better.” His grip changed, pressing her more firmly to his chest as he encouraged her pace to increase. “My lips and teeth on that pretty pussy.”
Now she whimpered, pussy clenching and begging to be filled. “Reid.”
“Ride my face, Evie. Lemme make you scream.”
There was no missing the need in his gaze, the pure molten desire that filled his eyes. “Please.”
The word had hardly left her lips before she was lifted once more, Reid positioning her as he desired until her knees were pressed into the mattress once more as she was astride his head, her pussy inches from his face. She squeaked and leaned forward, catching her balance by putting her palms flat on the wall.
“Perfect,” he rumbled, those amber eyes now focused on the juncture of her thighs.
And he wanted her, craved her, desired her above all others. There was no missing his pure hunger .
Reid nuzzled her thigh, running his nose along her leg until he teased the outer edge of her pussy lips. “Smells s’good.” He breathed deeply and released a low moan, reaffirming his words. “S’perfect.”
He scraped her skin with a single fang, drawing a line on her pale flesh and sending a stinging shard down her spine to mingle with the growing arousal that assaulted her. He repeated the move, teasing her vulnerable flesh with that sharpened tip. He could destroy her or love her, tear her to shreds until she cried for mercy or give her so much pleasure she cried for more.
With the next pass, the fang was replaced by his tongue as he laved the aching scrape. Another swipe of her aching flesh followed by a third before he turned his attention to her other leg, repeating the process once more. She moaned with the renewed pain, the way it twisted and turned with the pleasure singing in her veins. Her body pulsed with her need for him, with her desperation to be touched by him.
And then… then his teasing changed, no longer tormenting her outer sex lips and focusing on the seam of her pussy. He nudged the top of her slit with his nose, breathing deeply before releasing the breath with a slow exhale. He blew warm air across her heated pussy only to suck in another lungful and release it again.
“I’ll never get enough of this.” She’d never get enough of him, either. “Need a taste, Evie.”
His eyes flicked to her and she wasn’t too proud to beg. “Please.”
Reid tongued her first, sliding along her slit, up and down and up and down. She grew wetter by the second, her center clenching and aching to be consumed by him, by his mouth and someday his
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