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We were both breathing like marathon runners by the time he’d finished eating me out. The man knew how to use his tongue and I appreciated that, sincerely and deeply. That sort of talent should never be wasted, and while I’d had lovers in the past, no one had a goddamn thing on Mitchell Truman.
Holy. Hell.
Even then, I felt my magic sizzling beneath my skin. My Wolf was standing at attention, both supernatural sides of me watching as our mate ravaged me with his impossibly soft lips and incredibly versatile tongue. Desire flooded my brain and pulsated through my core, even though I just orgasmed minutes ago.
The fact he was still the same charming, sweet, and funny man as before, even after he’d wrecked my body, just made me fall a little faster. Our easy banter turned into a contest, and soon I was standing in front of him demanding he drop his pants.
What the hell was wrong with me? I knew he was working. Knew it was lunchtime, and he was probably expecting someone at any minute, but I could not seem to help myself. I’d been sitting on top of that thick, long, hard a steel bat beneath his jeans for the past few minutes, and the idea of seeing him, naked and wanting, was doing the naughtiest things to my body.
He was good at teasing me. I never knew sex could be playful and funny, something to be thoroughly enjoyed in every sense. And no, we hadn’t actually had intercourse yet, but we were going to. Every nerve ending I had sparked with anticipation at the thought. My skin warmed, and I closed my eyes, using all my strength to control the fire I felt sizzle just beneath the surface.
“Martina,” he growled as if in warning, but that just made my blood burn hotter for him.
“Mitchell,” I growled. “Drop. Your. Pants. Now.”
His hazel eyes glowed gold, and I saw something huge and chestnut brown in his gaze. Was that his Wolf? I paused, shocked. I thought I saw flames, but maybe that was a trick of the light. Mitchell hissed out his breath, chest heaving as he unbuttoned his pants and dragged the zipper down slowly. Then, in a move so swift he seemed to blur, Mitchel shoved down his jeans and briefs, and holy mother fucking shit, the man was not conceited or boastful.
“It won’t fit,” I whispered, eyes bulging as I watched him grip the base of his enormous dong.
“It will fit, sweetheart,” he growled.
His cock was so primed and hard. Thick veins and ridges covered the thing, and oh my fucking shit, he was pierced. Three thick barbells were just under his mushroomed head, a Jacob’s ladder and I wondered who did them. My Wolf snarled, and his head canted to the side.
“I pierced myself,” he growled, his voice deeper than ever before.
Under my rapt gaze, Mitchell started stroking himself and I felt moisture pool between my thighs. I stepped towards him, but he shook his head.
“No touching yet, baby. First, I’m gonna sit down, then I want you to stand on the couch, right above me,” he commanded.
Nerves assailed me, but there was a part of me that liked him taking command and telling em what to do. I watched as he kicked off his boots and clothes, completely naked, he sat on the couch, his big, thick thighs spread as he cupped his balls and stroked his massive erection. My mouth was watering, and I could not keep my eyes off his ministrations.
Mine.
“Up here, baby,” he grunted, and I moved, standing on the couch beside him.
He stopped touching himself long enough to position me where he wanted me. I felt exposed and open, my pussy right at eye level. Arousal dripped down my thighs, and Mitchell breathed in deep, his heated gaze meeting mine. The smile on his lips was feral and wicked, and I shivered in response.
No one ever looked at me like that before. Like he was the Big Bad Wolf, and I was Red Riding Hood. Only, I was a Wolf too. Big and bad in my own right. Mitchell’s growl grew louder as his tongue snaked out of his mouth and found my clit. How he knew exactly where to touch me, I had no idea, But his fingers dug into my hips and my ass, and I was a goner.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned.
I had nothing to hold on to but him, nothing to steady me, and he knew it, the fucker. I felt his smile as he licked at me in slow, long swipes of his tongue. My legs shook and I could hardly stand, which seemed to suit him just fine. He grabbed one thigh and draped it over his shoulder, trying to do the same to the other.
“I’m too heavy, I’ll suffocate you,” I said,er, gasped really since he hadn’t let up.
“Get up here, sweetheart, or you won’t get what we both know you really want.”
I frowned and tugged him by the hair, using it as leverage to pull myself up onto his shoulders. Mitchell just grunted. His eyes were bright with his Wolf and they locked into mine before he buried his face between my legs. I never thought I could do anything in that position. But Mitchell was built like a god, and he held me up and ate me out until I came again, harder than before. Thrusting his tongue into my tight slit and using his nose to rub my clit until I screamed with my release.
The sound of engines in the distance worried me. We would have to stop soon. But they didn’t even slow Mitchell down. He just lifted me off his face, apparently done devouring me, and I slid down his body, leaving a trail of my slick and his saliva down his rock hard pecs and incredible abs.
The animal inside me loved that I’d marked him with my scent, and while my human side might think it icky later, I had to admit it was a serious turn on. Mitchell was just so damn gorgeous. All his worry about my not being into him because he was a construction worker was ridiculous. Also, he owned his own company. That took brains and skills, not to mention courage and a certain amount of grit.
There was nothing about him I didn’t find attractive. The fact he wanted me, while baffling, was enough to earn my interest. But it was the rest of him that made me want to learn everything I could about him. I burned with a need to be near him, hated the last few days without him. True, I’d felt positively sick and I could only explain it as our semi-formed matebond kicking my ass so I would go back to him to finish the job.
“Mine,” he growled, holding me high for just one more second before he slammed me down onto his cock.
“Yours. Mitch. Yours. Please. More, Mitchell. Gimme more. Gimme all of it.”
