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“Scarlett?” Her voice is a hoarse rasp, cracking with barely leashed need. “You sure about this? Because you know there’s only one way this will end…”
For a heartbeat, her words penetrate the haze fogging up my brain. She’s right. At the end of all this, one of us is going to die.
But in this moment right now, with the heat of her body searing into mine, need for her coursing through my veins…I don’t care. I’m so sick of being afraid, of constantly bracing for the next blow that life is going to deal me. More than anything, I just want to feel alive again.
“Are you sure?” I challenge her back.
She gives a nod. A small, reluctant, but firm nod.
“Then I’m sure, too,” I breathe against her parted lips, and then I kiss her.
Lyssa’s mouth opens, allowing me to plunge in deeper. Her tongue meets mine with a fervor that I wasn’t expecting, making my head spin. I feel the thud of my heart in my chest, beating against hers. The barn wall creaks ominously as I lean into her, our bodies sliding together like two pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly.
She turns me, flipping us so that I’m the one with my back to the wall. My hands roam all over her, feeling every inch of her muscle and skin, tracing the thin straps of her shirt that threaten to slip off her shoulder. Her hands slide lower down to cup my ass cheeks possessively. I suck in a sharp breath at the touch, practically climb onto her, rubbing against her hard thigh—but we’re both off balance, stumbling back, before our lip crash together once more.
It’s a whole new fight. One we can both win.
“You know what?” she asks, shoving me away from her.
“What?” I ask, breathing hard.
She gives a sharp smirk. “I want to eat you all up.”
“Then stop talking about it and do it.”
The Wolf practically pounces on me, just like her namesake, tackling me to the floor—but it’s a soft landing, because I know how to fall by now. And then her hands are all over me, mouth trailing hungrily down my neck, and I’m panting, reduced to incoherent moans and whimpers as she works her way down with purpose.
She kneels up a little between my spread legs, hands at my waistband. I raise my hips for her, and she yanks my sweatpants, underwear and sneakers off in one go, making me gasp and laugh at the same time. But the laughter dies when Lyssa looks down at me, those dark eyes alight with hunger. And then she leans in to the crease between my belly and my thigh, inhaling deeply through her nose and then sighing in pleasure. “That’s what I keep smelling. Drives me fucking crazy every time we train. You smell so damn good, Scarlett. Sweet and salty—and all mine.” Lyssa’s voice is a low growl as she dips her head, brushing her lips against my inner thigh before nipping the tender skin just below my hipbone.
I moan again, my hips twisting involuntarily against the hay-strewn floor, desperate for more. My clit is pounding in tandem with my heartbeat, a needy, insistent drum. But her fingers and tongue trace feather-light over my folds, teasing, dragging it out until I spit out a curse.
“Fucking do it.”
A slow, wicked smile pulls at her lips when I glare down at her between my legs, and I recognize the look in her eyes: the predator zeroing in on her prey. But right now, with my heart pounding and my body on fire for her touch, I don’t care. I don’t care about the danger or the consequences or anything else except for this: her mouth on me, her tongue sinking into my wet cunt and lapping as though she’s dying of thirst. As if I alone could sustain her.
I arch my hips higher into the delicious torture of her tongue as it flicks rapidly over my clit, no teasing now. She’s driving me right to a peak, no detours, straight along that path until I get to?—
And then she stops.
“Fuck,” I spit, and she laughs, snickers really, and she sounds so joyful and pleased with herself that I laugh, too. But it cuts off fast as first one finger, and then another, slips inside me, massaging me gently as she goes back to devouring me like I’m the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted. I reach down, grab her head, press her harder against me as I buck wildly against her tongue and fingers.
Stars rocket through every nerve ending in my whole body as she hits that sweet spot deep within. “I’m gonna?—”
It’s too late for words, and I give in to the supernova of sensation. Lyssa’s mouth is demanding, pushing me into a protracted, almost painful orgasm that leaves me shaking and gasping for air.
She sits up, wiping her mouth, and I’m reminded once more of a wild animal when she looks at me, a wild animal not yet sated from the hunt.
I reach out to her, motion her up onto my face. I want to drown in her, to give her the same mind-blowing experience she just gave me. She pauses for a second, silently making sure I mean what I’m silently saying, and I yank at her insistently. She scrambles up eagerly, shedding her clothes in record time, and then I finally get what I want: Lyssa’s velvet-soft pussy descending onto my face.
I let out a moan to echo hers as I bury my tongue into her. Her tangy, musky scent floods my mouth. Delicious. I feel her thighs tremble and I let private satisfaction wash over me with the faint tremors of a sympathetic ghost orgasm.
I bet no one ever made the Wolf’s thighs tremble before.
Lyssa’s breath is loud and harsh as she rides me. I do exactly what she did to me, focusing fast attention on her swollen clit, flicking at it and around it in quick circles with my tongue. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to; her flavor is addictive, and I want more of it—all of it?—
Her hips stutter as she hits the edge, sliding slow and firm as her climax hits, and she lets out a harsh, choked-off cry. I don’t let up, working her through it just like she worked me, showing her that I learn fast, learn good, can be exactly what she needs…
“Jesus fuck,” she pants at last, wriggling away from my still-clutching hands. “Scar, you are…” She breaks off, huffing out a laugh. “You are really fucking good at that.”
