Finding His Mate (Bare Bites #3) - Mila Crawford Page 0,7
swallowed my name like a curse--or a prayer--either way, I couldn't be sure. Maybe it was both.
“What have you done to me?” I growled against her soaking pussy lips. She’d brought my Wolf to a new point of vulnerability, the simple thought of this woman enough to make me drop to my knees and serve at her feet forever. “In the span of a moment you invaded my soul.”
My lips twitched at the thought. And then my cock twitched, too, my sense of self succumbing until I hauled her over the edge of the couch and seated myself inside of her. Deep and slow, I fucked her like she’d fucked my soul, making her mine from the inside out, cementing our mated bond for eternity.
“Am I hurting you, sweetheart?”
She shook her head quickly, eyes closed tight. I caught her chin, forcing her to turn her head to meet my gaze. “Hide your eyes from me again and I’ll tan your hide.”
“I might like that, Brett.” Her eyes burned with reckless mischief while my cock pulsed deep inside of her.
“You’ve already stolen the come from me twice today, but God help me when my name is on your beautiful lips.”
“Brett…” She husked as I sped my rhythm, her body humming and quaking beneath me, her release approaching full detonation. I pushed my index finger between her lush ass cheeks and thrummed at the gorgeous bud of her asshole, the need to take it and make it mine throttling through me.
“I-I-I think I’m going to--” And with that, she came in a violent torrent around my dick, the spasms of her cunt around my cock pulling my own release out of me like a vise grip, sending my senses into overdrive as we came undone together.
I twisted her body around mine and landed on top of her on the couch, spreading her thighs wide as I nuzzled my nose against her juicy core. I lapped eagerly, growling with pleasure as I tasted us both together. “Fuck, beautiful, there’s nothing else I’d rather do than fall apart with you.”
Chapter 5
Shayla
Brett hugged me tightly against his waist as we walked down the dew-damp path. We wandered along the river at my property’s edge, taking in the morning sun side by side.
“Coffee never tasted so good when it comes with a side of you every morning.” He took a sip of the coffee before he grimaced, covering up the look of disgust quickly before flashing his perfect smile at me.
“Sorry. I don’t normally drink coffee. I’m sure that it tastes horrible, but I did try my best.”
“No morning coffee? Are you sure you’re human?” He joked, warmth directed at me in his dark irises.
“Barely,” I laughed. “I drink more tea, with a dash of honey.”
“I can’t imagine you any sweeter.” He paused at the bank of the river.
I was transfixed by him always, but in the morning light he looked especially dreamy. Shadows cast across his highly angled cheekbones, hair rumpled with sleep and his feet still bare and collecting dampness from the grass.
“Join me for a skinny dip?” He breathed against my lips, already slipping his hands under my robe and pushing it over my shoulders. I shuddered with the cool morning air, nipples puckering under his intense gaze.
“I guess I don’t have a choice?” I was already weak in the knees when his fingers slipped under the spaghetti straps of my nightie, satin fabric rushing down my shoulders and landing in the grass at our feet.
“You have a choice in all things, Shayla,” he whispered as he turned me away from him, hands at my thighs and lips at my ear, “but not this thing.”
I felt him fumble as my eyes scanned the dense forest that surrounded this cold-water creek. I sucked in a breath and dipped my toe into the clear water, a school of minnows darting away into the rocky abyss as I felt Brett’s rock hard arousal grazing the curve of my ass cheek. I shuddered, my body constantly on alert and always aroused with him around.
“So sensitive.” He drew a finger up the center of my torso, slipping his five fingers between my breasts and then cupping each one softly, playing with the round flesh before whispering at my ear. “I can smell how much your body needs what only I can give it.”
His other hand latched at the juncture of my thighs, forcing me to my tiptoes as he pushed us deeper into the water, the sensations of