Head Hunter (City Shifters the Pack #3) - Layla Nash Page 0,65
then slipped one finger under the damp cotton. He bit back a groan to feel how wet she already was. The moment he stroked her skin, Persephone gave a hushed sigh that almost unleashed the wolf. It sounded like the pleased ‘hmm’ she’d made earlier when she tasted something delicious.
He went back to teasing around the waist and legs of the panties, glad his jeans kept his own lust under wraps for the time being, and leaned down to flick his tongue over her nipple. She sucked in a breath and gripped the sheets, her heels digging into the mattress. Dodge repeated a quick taste, then breathed on her breast so the moisture cooled and her nipple hardened into a perfect pink point. He loved her breasts: small but enough for a handful, natural, soft and giving against his palm and his mouth.
He slid his hand into her panties and pressed the heel of his hand against the top of her slit, not quite touching her clit, and eased the tip of his middle finger into her opening. Another delicious sigh escaped as she arched her back, offering up her breasts. Dodge wasn’t about to overlook an opportunity. He laved first one nipple, then the other, all while keeping up a shallow, slow in-and-out with the tip of his finger. He watched Persephone’s reactions to learn what she liked, what made the flush rise from her breasts and up her throat to her cheeks.
He growled with pleasure as a low moan escaped her throat. She gripped his wrist and encouraged him to go deeper or harder, and when he continued to take his time, she made an irritated sound and scrambled to rip off her panties. Dodge chuckled and helped her remove the scrap of fabric, though it wreaked havoc on his self control as he gazed down at all of her, every beautiful inch, splayed out on his bed.
She squirmed a little under his attention, then reached for his belt. “It’s not fair that I’m the only one naked.”
Dodge caught her hand before the grazing, fumbling friction of her touch drove him insane with need. He kissed her palms and then lifted her arms over her head, planting her hands on the headboard. “Hold onto this.”
“But I want –“
He kissed her hard, waiting until she melted and relaxed before breaking away, and wrapped her fingers around the smooth wood. “Come on, baby. Keep your hands up there and let me do what I do.”
She eyed him sideways but her hands stayed where he put them. “You’re going too slowly.”
“I like to take my time.” He turned his attention lower and teased by moving his fingers closer and closer to her clit, drifting around it, and she groaned in anticipation. Dodge loved watching her reactions. She liked firmer pressure, a little roughness in the way he touched her and sucked her nipples. She almost came off the bed when he sank his fingers deep into her, and held onto the headboard as she lifted her hips to seek out more.
He could have watched her all night, even though ignoring his hard-on grew more and more difficult with every sigh and moan wrenched from her. Persephone’s thighs clamped around his wrist as she sought release, almost desperate, and Dodge couldn’t deny himself any more. He moved down her body until he lay between her legs, draping her thighs over his shoulders, and breathed against her slit.
Her head popped up from the pillow and her arms fell at her sides as she stared at him. Like she hadn’t expected phase two. He arched an eyebrow at her and pointed at the headboard. “Hands.”
Persephone’s face reddened and her lips parted, but she moved her hands back up and gripped the wooden bars.
The moment his tongue touched her, she groaned with a guttural need that set him aflame. Her thighs closed against his head and he chuckled, squeezing her ass so he could tilt her for easy feasting. God, he loved her ass. Just the feel of it, the softness and weight in his hands, was enough to make him finish in his shorts.
Dodge tasted her and sucked on her flesh, listening to the tenor of her responses for cues on speed and intensity, and played her body like an instrument. Persephone arched her back and her muscles tensed; her channel tightened and relaxed around his fingers as he deepened each thrust, searching for just the right spot...