Wicked Cravings (The Phoenix Pack Series - By Suzanne Wright Page 0,159

night of our mating ceremony, but we kind of missed that. I hope you like it, Popeye, because that’s the closest you’ll ever get to having your name tattooed on my—” She broke off as she felt a tongue flutter along the design.

Drawn to the tattoo like it was a magnet, Dante repeatedly danced his tongue over it. He couldn’t believe she’d done this for him. It was so fucking hot seeing his name right there. Yeah, okay, it meant he was probably unhealthily possessive to be so turned on by the sight of his name on his mate’s skin like a brand, but so what? She accepted him as he was, cared for him as he was, and that was all that mattered to Dante. “I absolutely love this, baby.” Jaime cried out as the two strong hands that were clamped on her hips tugged her to her knees and then pulled her roughly down onto a long, thick, rock-hard cock. Just like that, she was stuffed full again. When she tried to ride him, he locked his teeth on her shoulder in sexual warning.

“No, baby, I’m in control here.” He raked his teeth over her shoulder in a dominant move that dared her to rebel. Of course his Jaime rebelled. She bucked against the move, growling. He dug his teeth harder into her skin and reached around, cupping her breasts roughly and pinching her nipples.

Again she tried to dislodge his teeth, and he sensed that it was her wolf as much as her who was rebelling now. Whereas once her wolf might have done it out of anxiety, she did it now only to challenge him playfully. The thought of that made him smile around her shoulder. He knew just how to deal with her wolf.

Jaime growled as Dante’s hand snaked around her throat and squeezed. “You sack of shit.” She gasped as he bit her ear.

“You love it when I hold you like this. I know you do, because your pussy ripples around my cock every time I do it.” With one hand collaring her and the other still locked on her hip, he moved her body up on his cock and then slammed her down, groaning. “Like that? Want me to do it again?”

“Yes,” she bit out, pissed that he was right and she perversely liked the dominant move. Again and again he impaled her on him until she felt her climax approaching. Then he stopped.

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” she growled.

“How bad do you want it?”

Not bad enough that she was going to beg again, if that was where this was heading. Okay, in truth, she would beg if she had to, but a female had her pride. As she knew from experience, there were effective ways to distract Dante. She made a show of sniffing the air and asked in an animated voice, “What’s that smell? God, was that you? Well, it wasn’t me.” Knowing what she was doing, Dante flexed his hand around her throat. “Jaime.”

“Did I remember to tell you that I got worms from the cat? Poor Hunk.”

“Jaime.”

“This would be more fun with a few more people, wouldn’t it?” That got a reaction from him, joke or not. Growling, he slammed her down on him and moved the hand on her throat to her hair. He snatched her head back so that he could see her face. “No one touches you except me, Jaime. No one.” Over and over he impaled her on him, driving his point home. He continuously flicked his gaze from the sight of his name branded on her flesh to her beautiful face to watch the range of expressions that flashed across it. She moaned, groaned, whimpered, and grunted, clawing his legs. He knew exactly what she liked, knew how fast and hard and deep she liked it. “You’re mine and only mine.”

“And you’re mine, you possessive, overprotective, controlling bastard.” He smiled. “All yours, baby.”

As she felt her orgasm ready to wash over her, Jaime moaned, “Dante, I love you.”

“Fuck.” Those words sent white-hot pleasure scorching through his body and brought his climax crashing into him. “Come, baby.” He locked his teeth onto her shoulder again and thrust his hips, jamming his cock up into her. Her pussy tightened and spasmed around him as she screamed his name.

When he could finally move again, he combed his fingers through her matted hair. “I love you too, baby.”

She smiled. “Good, Popeye. I’d hate to have to get that tattoo