lips. They’re soft and pliant, but then they turn demanding and aggressive.
My blood roars when she nips at my lower lip and sucks it into her mouth. “Damn,” I whisper. “You’re as hot as I thought you’d be.”
Her only response is to moan more and whimper my name again. I could get used to hearing those sounds all night.
“I need you closer.” I drag one of her legs over my thigh. My hips thrust instinctively, nestling my erection between her legs. My tip prods her entrance even though we’re both fully dressed.
When it spears her clothed core, her hips buck, and she arches against me. “Collin!”
Fuck me, my mate is hot.
I tear my mouth from hers to press kisses down her neck. She tilts her head back, moaning again. More urgent noises come from the back of her throat, and I want to sing in glee. My mate wants me. She’s hot for me. She has erotic dreams about me.
And she’s all mine.
She doesn’t protest when I push her shirt up. A lacy bra greets me, covering a delectable globe of firm flesh and an erect nipple. I cup her tit, then unhook her bra in the back. Her breasts spring free when I discard the material.
Her fingers are tangled in my hair now, urging my mouth toward her breast as her legs ride up and down my sides. She’s turned into a she-beast, all moans and heat, exactly the way a woman is supposed to respond to her mate.
I flick my tongue over her nipple. She cries out, her entire body coming off the ground, and my cock throbs. I’m so hard now it’s painful, but I’m determined to pleasure my mate first.
I cup her other breast and make sure to give it equal attention. With every suck, her core grows damper and her whimpers grow deeper. I can smell the growing wetness between her thighs, and when I finally reach down to run my hand under her shorts, I growl in satisfaction when I feel how soaked she is.
“Yes. Please. Collin!”
She’s finally given into the need to be one. The beast urges me to move back to her neck, to bite into her, to make her ours, but I move down instead.
I pull her shorts off. Pausing for a moment, I inhale the wetness coating her womanly lips.
She doesn’t protest when I work her panties down. I fling them to the side, then pull back and admire the view. Brianna protests, trying to move me closer, but I have to look at her. She’s so beautiful and swollen. No woman has ever come close to what my mate is.
“Collin!” she snarls.
A deep chuckle fills my chest when I finally oblige. I bury my head between her legs and run my tongue across her swollen nub, and a scream tears from her throat. I lap at her clit, sucking it and tasting it over and over.
The beast growls in pleasure when our mate screams in response and locks her legs around my head, forcing me to stay as I am and continue licking.
“Yes. Yes. Yes!”
Her demands grow wilder as I vary the pace and friction. I can’t get enough of her. I could spend the rest of my life nestled between her legs, pleasuring her over and over.
But when her climax begins to build, I know she needs more. I lap harder at her hard nub, but I also push two fingers deep inside her. Her channel feels hot and wet. So wet.
I thrust my fingers into her again and again as her body bucks uncontrollably, and when I feel her walls begin to spasm, I tickle her G-spot, and an orgasm explodes through her body.
She screams loud enough to wake the dead, and her fingers turn into claws in my hair. I pump into her unrelenting. My fingers are so wet they’re like a river as her climax peaks.
It’s only minutes later, when her shattering release finally begins to subside, that she goes limp in my arms. Her hands fall, and her thighs release their death grip around my ears.
I pull my fingers out, reveling in the smooth wetness of her before bringing them to my mouth to suck them clean.
Fuck. She tastes good.
I give her one long last lick, making her shudder all over again before I push up on my forearms to climb on top of her.
A dazed look coats her eyes. Her hair is wild, and her cheeks are completely flushed. A low growl of