Finding His Mate (Bare Bites #3) - Mila Crawford Page 0,15

the curves, one hand descending down my torso until it reached my panties. “I love fucking you until you’re so exhausted you’re not even sure if your legs will hold you. You may have forgotten who claimed this pussy last night, but I’m going to remind you. Who owns this?” He raked his teeth down the shell of my ear, my fingers tightening at his shoulders with every breath.

“You.”

“Say it again,” he murmured. “And this time say my name.”

One of my thighs hitched around his hip, and on instinct I yanked his lips to me, his hands locking on my ass cheeks as his hips began a slow rhythm, dry humping me, only my panties the barrier separating us.

“Say it.”

“You own my pussy. You own my pussy, Brett.”

“That’s my baby.” He sucked at the column of my neck, supporting both of us as my hand worked feverishly between my thighs, fingers thrusting and swirling in and out of me.

“Brett, Brett, oh my God…” I gushed, thighs tensing and quaking as I came in a crash around his hand. The soft, pulsing waves of my orgasm were almost too much to bear, before he bent and grasped at the fabric of my panties and pulled.

“These are mine.” He tore them from my body before he spread my thighs, nestling his face into the center of me, one long lick converging around my tingling clit. “Fuck, baby, I was dreaming about tasting you all night.”

He slipped his tongue between my lips, lapping and devouring and bringing me back to life all over again. “I want the scent of your cunt all over me, so every man knows what’s mine. Cum, baby.”

My thighs tightened around his head as I came in a violent rush.

“Well, good morning, gorgeous.”

“Hi.” My cheeks flamed as his eyes lingered on my body, exposed and vulnerable under him.

“Is that all you’ve got to say?” He dipped, nipping my lips in playful kisses. Shivers spiraled up and down my nerve endings.

“Thank you for the morning orgasm?”

He laughed, pulling me out of bed and into his broad arms. I felt so safe, so comfortable, so loved.

He nuzzled into my neck, walking us down the hallway and into the kitchen. He sat me, ass first, on the counter, before catching my chin in his fingers and grinning. “What do you want for breakfast?”

“Mm.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, yawning at his ear before dragging my tongue down the outer shell. I felt a shudder course through him, his rigid cock at my inner thigh sending a gush of wetness between my thighs. I was insatiable for him, I couldn’t control myself. “You are enough for me.”

“Glad to hear that.” He caught my waist, hauling me off the counter and planting me against the cool refrigerator door. I squeaked with the shock of it before he caught me with his lips, trailing heat up and down my throat as he rocked against me.

“I love hiding out here with you,” I whispered, hands working at the corded muscles of his back.

“I’m not hidin’ at all, just gettin’ my fill of what’s mine.” He cupped my breasts in his hands with his words, holding me pinned to the fridge with his hips, and tweaking my nipples softly with a lopsided grin.

“At this rate I’ll be sore for the rest of the year,” I said, clinging to him like a monkey.

“Why do I feel a ‘but’ coming?”

“Well,” I hummed, “we’re both so happy, maybe it’s time we go back and share the news with your sister.”

Brett bristled against me, eyes turning to the floor before his nostrils flared slightly and he huffed. “It’s been a long time.”

“I don’t think time matters when it comes to family.”

“Maybe.” His hands slipped down my body and then released me before he turned to the window that overlooked the mountain. “Maybe not.”

“Brett--” I stepped up to his side, pressing myself to his broad back, letting his body dwarf mine, just the way I loved it. “I’m sure they miss you.”

“I’m not sure I’m welcome.” His words hung heavy in the air, a long beat passing between us as the dawn light slowly crested to full sun. When an orange glow danced over the rough planes of his body, my hands danced along the tiny slashes of white skin that decorated his back and shoulders. They were so tiny they were hardly visible, but in the golden light, they highlighted, like a road map, the scars on his skin.

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