Dance Around - Susi Hawke Page 0,19

obviously hadn’t known my whole name in all this time, and I wasn’t sure whether it was sad or funny, but I was too far gone to care.

Was I going to do this? Shit. Fuck. Damn. I was going to do this.

Dan gulped a second time, a bead of sweat running down the side of his face. "Did I come at a bad time? Never mind, I definitely came at a bad time. Fuck, what is up with our timing? I wanted to have a conversation. Don't say anything, just listen. I owe you several apologies for the stupid things coming out of my mouth back in the day. I don't want to be apart from you, Gil. I want to talk and see if we can figure out a way to finally be together."

My ass cheeks felt slippery from the slick already seeping from my hole. I could smell it, and I knew damn well he could too… never mind if he was doing his best to appear indifferent. But even better? I could finally, fucking finally, smell his glorious scent again. Why had I ever shut myself off from it? Thyme and ginger shouldn't have paired so well, but it was an amazing combo this sexy-ass alpha’s scent was packing.

Maintaining eye contact, I slowly stroked myself as I strode his way. "Talking is overrated. But sure, we can talk. Later. Right now, I want a good dicking. No claiming bites, no questions. Fuck me hard and let me feel the knot I could've been enjoying all these years. If you can't be on board with these terms, run while you still can. Or stay and give me what I need. To clarify, what I need is your knot. Deal?"

Dan kicked his shoes off and shoved his pants down, kicking them aside before he surged forward. In one smooth move, he lifted me by the waist and turned me against the wall. "Deal. Dicking now, talking later. And baby? You can ride my knot as much as you want or need."

With that, he crashed his mouth into mine. Our lips weren't aligned, and we kissed at an odd angle for several seconds, moving our faces in the wrong direction until we finally figured it out.

Both our jaws were wide open, our tongues hungrily rubbing together. His face was so flush against mine I could feel his nostrils pressing against my cheek. Every time he breathed in or out, a shiver went up my spine.

Hands roaming over his broad shoulders and down his back, I grunted at the fabric separating my palms from his smooth flesh.

Jerking away from the kiss, I yanked the offending shirt over his head and threw it to the side. Dan barely seemed to notice, busy licking and kissing along my neck. Burying my nose against his collarbone, I feasted on his scent and tried to remember why I couldn't bite down.

This was my man. My alpha to protect. My mate to adore. Mine. All fucking mine.

My breath came out in a rush when Dan startled it from my lungs, lifting my body over his head and pushing his mouth against my hole. Planting my feet on his shoulders, I gripped the back of his head and pressed him against my body. At any other time, I probably would've laughed at my balls sitting on his forehead.

But not tonight. Especially when I got distracted by my dick and started jerking myself again. The tip was leaking enough that lube was no longer a worry. With one hand on his head and the other busy stroking, I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy the delirious assault on my senses.

The smell of our scents mixing and blending in the air. The taste of blood on my tongue where one of us must've scraped it against a tooth. The lewd groans we were making and the soft squishy sound of my slick as he took turns tonguing and fingering my needy hole. And, best of fucking all, the feel of those rough fingers and satiny tongue moving in and out of my body.

Grunting, I rode the lightning as my stomach clenched and my balls jerked, coming for the first of what I could only hope would be many times tonight. My cum shot straight up, then landed with several splats on my balls and along his hairline. Now I did giggle as it slowly slid down his forehead.

Dan chuckled, the vibration sending a rush of goosebumps down my