Aline Hunter - Enemy Mine

“For you,” she said and gasped when he blew a stream of air against her clit.

Instead of taking his time and drawing things out, he lowered his head and parted her labia with his tongue. Then he licked upward, tasting her as he went, gliding along her vaginal folds until he reached her clit. Glancing up, he saw that she continued watching him. The red tint to her cheeks indicated she was embarrassed, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him. She’d said she wanted all of him and that was what she was going to get.

This was exactly what he wanted.

He took the rounded pearl into his mouth and sucked, looking at her all the while, rubbing his tongue along the sensitive tissue as he brought his hand to the mouth of her pussy. She bit her lip, straining as she continued balancing herself with her arms. Tight ripples greeted his fingers as he slid two inside her heat, the flexing walls of her cunt squeezing him tight.

Now, sweetheart.

He didn’t have to vocalize what he wanted, using his touch to send her over. As he worked her sheath with his fingers, he continued flicking his tongue over her clit and waggled his head. A hot rush of liquid coated his fingers and paved his way. She threw her head back as she cried out. Her pussy pulled at the fingers inside of her, holding them in a velvety soft grip as she came. Her thighs trembled on either side of his shoulders, the muscles straining. He didn’t stop feeding her orgasm until she sank back against the pillows, her chest rising and falling as she panted.

He moved from the bed and tugged at his jeans to free his straining cock as he toed off his boots. The animal in him wanted to feel those same ripples of fire dancing along his dick, to watch as she came with him buried inside of her. Mary lifted her head just as he kicked his jeans and socks away. He wasn’t prepared for what came next, to see her roll forward and come for him on her hands and knees.

“Your turn,” she purred and wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing as she brought her fingers upward to the crown. Pre-cum escaped the narrow slit in the head, forming a shimmering bead. There was no fucking way he was going to argue, not when this wet dream of a female looked ready to devour him whole.

He waited to see what she’d do next.

At first she stroked him, learning his body. With each return to the top, she increased the pressure, the width of his cock too much for her fingers to wrap completely around. Slowly she lowered her head and licked the slit, taking the shining pearl of semen at the top into her mouth. He thought he’d come on the spot when she closed her eyes as though she was savoring his taste.

Fuck.

Before he could tell her to take him between her heart-shaped lips and suck, she did. Her mouth was blistering hot and wet, so fucking good he couldn’t help but pump his hips. She started at the head, using her tongue to caress the underside, timing it so that her hand mirrored the movements of her mouth.

He groaned, twining his fingers in her hair. “That’s so fucking good, sweetheart. Suck me harder. Take me deep.”

Mary’s corresponding moan traveled down his cock, her head bobbing as she tried to take him deeper as she increased the suction of her mouth. He gritted his teeth, determined to hold back instead of fucking her mouth as he longed to. This was his mate’s time for discovery, to learn what she liked. If it killed him, he’d let her tackle her growing sexuality at her own pace.

She continued licking and sucking and he lifted her hair away from her face to watch. A few of the blonde strands escaped, cascading around her cheeks and drifting to her bare shoulders. Glancing down the length of her back, he focused on the indentions above her buttocks. One day he planned to have her ass up in the air as he fucked her from behind. He’d trace the curves with his thumbs, paying attention to the tiny dimples.

By the time Mary pulled away, a fine sheen of sweat coated his skin. It had taken all of his willpower not to spend himself inside her hot little mouth, to give her what he was certain she wanted to receive. She placed her hands on his thighs and moved upward, using his body for balance as she rose to her knees. When he met her eyes, he saw doubt and worry.

The fingers he had in her hair fisted as he gently forced her head back. “You undo me,” he rasped and wrapped his free arm around her waist as he leaned in for a kiss.

She relaxed, sagging against him as their lips touched. Their tongues met, parted and returned to each other. He tasted a hint of himself and he assumed Mary would taste herself on him as well. The knowledge shook the cage that trapped his wolf, bringing it to the forefront of his being. He had to finish the bloodbond now. Once done, his mate would be his forever.

Climbing on the bed, he lifted Mary at the waist. She hung on as he moved them back, maneuvering her legs so that when he came down on top of her his hips rested between her spread thighs. He basked in the visual of her blonde hair against the white pillows, the way her gaze drifted over his face. When those beautiful brown eyes stopped on his it seemed as though the world stood still. He lifted his hand and cupped her cheek. She leaned into the touch, a small smile appearing on her face.

“Are you sure you want this?” He wasn’t sure he could stop even if she asked him to but he’d do his damndest to accept her choice.

She closed her eyes, nuzzling his palm. “Yes.”

He shook with relief. The wolf didn’t want to wait. It wanted Mary here—now. He reached between their bodies to test her readiness, finding that her pussy was wetter than before. Humming his appreciation, he fisted his cock and guided the head to her lips, running the crown along her slit. She was so slick he slid easily past her labia, the tip sucked into the blistering warmth of her sex. Inch by inch he slid inside, parting her soft, gripping flesh with the hardness of his own until he was seated fully within her. Something inside him changed, the tension that had taunted him for so long fading to nothing.

This wasn’t a dream or wishful thinking. He was with Mary Shepherd. She wasn’t afraid of what he was. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Finally the time had arrived.

There was no going back.

Mary stifled a moan as her body became accustomed to Emory, feeling him buried so deeply she wasn’t sure she could move. She drove her pelvis upward, surprised to take more of him as she did. He was so long and thick, the friction deliciously maddening. She let a small cry escape when he nudged a place inside of her, one that was sensitive and tender.

“There it is. Right there,” Emory said and slowly drew back, dragging his cock along that electric place inside her.

She tried to bring him back, unsettled by the loss. He kept a good portion of his shaft within her, rocking his hips. Then when he eased his way back in, he shifted so that she felt that rub again in that same spot. Only he wasn’t done. The way he’d settled also ensured he brushed her clit with the shallow stroke.

“Oh,” she gasped, wrapping her fingers around his biceps.

Emory lifted his head, dark strands of hair falling close to his brow. His eyes had changed color again, becoming the gold she found mesmerizing. She’d felt a strange sensation, as though the wolf was inside Emory but communicating with her.

“You like that?” he asked, irises shining brightly, contrasting beautifully with the shadow lining his jaw.

“Yes,” she replied, breathless at the sight and feel of him.

He continued looking at her as he started to move, sliding in and out of her body, making sure he stroked her clit each time he returned. When he brought a hand to her right buttock, guiding her to rock with the movement, she started rising up to meet his thrusts. She resented the twinge of pain that spread through her shoulder, the dull ache much harsher than when they’d started. Fortunately the pleasure muted the intensifying throb, giving her something to latch on to. If what Ava had said was true, the injury would soon be a distant memory anyway.