The Hunt Masquerade - Milly Taiden Page 0,20

her chin up.

“No, do not do that.” He cupped her face in his palms, the damn mask getting in the way. “Do not hide from me.” He took her hand in his and brought to his cock, standing hard and erect. He wrapped her fingers around him. “You’re so damn sexy, Chacha. So lovely.”

“You are too,” she murmured. “I—” she broke off to bite on her lips.

“You?” he coaxed softly.

“I really want you, Rush.”

He smiled, her words making his heart, and his wolf, lose all sense of control. Without any warning, he took Chacha into his arms and gently laid her onto the bed, right up to the headboard. “I really want you too, Chacha.” To prove just how much, he captured one of her nipples in his mouth while its twin received the attention of his hand. He alternated between tugging the hardened nub with his fingers and his mouth. Her skin tasted like happiness and sunshine while her moans were perfect sighs of passionate joy.

Rush kissed his way down her soft belly, nipping at her flesh here and there, licking her hips, tickling her navel. She had to know where he was going, but she kept her legs closed. Rush rubbed the soft skin of her thighs and caught her eye.

“Is this okay?” he asked. Well, it was a plea, really. He was desperate to taste her.

Chacha opened her legs for him, and he didn’t waste the invitation. He dove right in, lapping at the center of her with eagerness. Her honey was sweet and pure, just like her. He moaned his appreciation, licking at her again, savoring not just her taste but her pleasure. Chacha’s hips bucked off the bed, meeting his mouth with abandon.

“That is so hot, Chacha. God, I could stay right here all night.” He traced her entrance lazily with his index finger before slowly pushing in. Her walls clenched his fingers when he tongued her clit. The bundle of nerves was taunt and sensitive, judging by his mate’s cries.

Her hands clutched the sheet as she arched up to him. Rush zeroed his attention on her clit, suckling it into his mouth while he crooked his fingers to reach parts of her that were sure to send her over the edge.

By his head, her legs began to tremble. Her breath was short, and his heart was beating so very fast that he knew he had her close to release. He swung for the finale, sucking hard on her clit as he repeatedly grazed it with his tongue. Her pussy tightened around his fingers, and she shouted his name over and over again before collapsing onto the bed with a giggle.

Rush crawled up to lay beside her, his hands drawing patterns on her hip.

“I’ve never had an orgasm that way,” she admitted. “I didn’t realize it would be so—” she blinked rapidly.

“So good?”

Her smile was accompanied by a snort. “Yeah, Rush. So good. Though don’t let it go to your head or anything.”

“Oh, love, it has already gone to that part of my anatomy.” He pressed his erection into her side by way of explanation.

“Well, then we should probably do something about that.”

“We definitely should,” he said as he rolled over, pinning her to the bed.

“Do you have condoms?”

Rush nodded. Though he was invulnerable to diseases, he was a fertile shifter male. More than that, he always had condoms on him to throw at Marlon. The very last thing they needed was a bunch of babies complicating their already complex family. He went to his overnight bag to grab a box before dropping it onto the bedside table.

“Someone is ambitious.” Her tone was unreadable.

He shrugged. “My brother is a wild child. It never hurts to be prepared. Besides, there are only about six in the box.”

“Six!” she squeaked.

“Yup.” He grabbed one of the foil packets and made quick work of rolling the rubber onto his erection. “Don’t worry, if we run out, I will call the front desk for more.”

Chacha dissolved into giggles as he settled between her legs. “Six is way more than enough. I do have things to do in the next century.”

It was his turn to laugh. “Century? With you around, six won’t last long.”

With his arms wrapped around her, he spun them around until his back was pressed into the mattress with Chacha sprawled on top of him.

“Ride me,” he commanded.

Above him, Chacha made sure her mask was still in place, her brown hair a cloud of soft curls framing her