Rabid (Kingdom of Wolves #6) - Ivy Asher Page 0,95
there to guide me just like he’s promised.
Tyran pulls back, cradling my face with his hands. “Tell me what you want, Vicious.”
“You and me,” I answer without hesitation, trusting in the instinctual pull I feel between us, and hoping like hell this is right. “I want it to be you and me.”
He seems to understand what I mean, because Tyran wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his lap until we’re pressed together as close as two people can be. And then he kisses me like there’s only us in the entire world and nothing else. He kisses me like a male starved for his mate, like a male as desperate for connection as I am.
I writhe on top of his lap as he takes my mouth. His cock hardens beneath me, and I grind down, stealing a groan from his throat as his shoulder muscles bunch beneath my fingers. My body is a lit match slowly being consumed by the fire inch by inch. My stomach flutters with hope and yearning, and every part of me feels like it’s falling into every part of him.
We had sex during the claiming hunt of course, but we were complete strangers then, driven by the instincts of our wolves. Now, we’re connecting on a deeper level, and I want him not because my wolf does, but because I feel this intrinsic bond too.
Somehow, in this short amount of time, I’ve found a male who feels like he could be steady ground beneath my feet—if only I stop running and he stops trying to topple me. When all of the complications are stripped away, I feel him and I feel me, and this feels right.
His tongue delves in deeper, one hand combing between the open shirt I’m wearing so he can skim his touch up my stomach. My breath catches when he cups my breast, and I find myself arching into his touch.
“More.” I reach back and pull the shirt from my shoulders, letting it drop until the fabric just barely hangs on by the points of my pebbled nipples.
Tyran pulls back, biting his bottom lip as his dark eyes devour me. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
With his tousled hair, fuck-me face, and hardened body built solely for sin, I couldn’t agree more. My hands drop to the ties of his pants, but one lightning-fast hand traps my fingers, making my eyes flick up to his. “Are you sure about this? Because I want you to be sure, Seneca.”
I feel the weight of his words, but instead of being heavy, oppressive, they solidify his anchoring presence. “I’m sure.”
He moves so fast, I squeal in surprise as I’m suddenly lifted up in the air. He takes three steps, and then my bare ass hits the hammock, my borrowed shirt puddling to the floor. “I have thought about fucking you on this since I took you against the hard wall of the cave,” Tyran says, the rumble of his voice doing delicious things to me.
“This is much more comfortable.” I spread my thighs boldly, inviting him to step between them as I untie the laces of his pants and push them down. His hard, delicious cock feels so good in my waiting hand, and I squeeze him in my fist. “Perfect height too.”
“Harder,” he grinds out, jerking his hips into my hold.
I do what he wants, squeezing harder, but he reaches down and curls his own fist around mine and says again, “Harder.”
Using his touch as my guide, I grip him like he needs. His head tips back as I clutch his cock, and every time he makes another one of his sexy groans, it makes heat bank between my thighs.
Tyran lowers his head, eyes gleaming with hunger, his nostrils flared. “I can smell my female’s needy cunt.”
Without warning, he drops to his knees, and I make a noise of protest at losing the feel of him in my hand, but he shoves his head between my thighs and starts to devour me.
“Holy shit...” My eyes roll back, hair tickling my ass as I arc backwards.
Tyran doesn’t ease into pussy eating. He doesn’t try some fancy moves or polite licks. He fucking eats me out like it’s the last goddamn meal he’s ever going to have, and he wants to taste me on his tongue for the rest of his days.
My fingers fall into his hair, and I pull at the strands, not to direct him where to go, because he is one male who