Free Bound to the Pack (Bound to the Pack, #1) by Sonja Morelle Page B

may as well have just been playing with my clit directly with the way it was reacting to his touches above. Every pinch, every twist, every bite sending pulses to my pussy, stoking the fire and making me even wetter with every clench of my muscles.
    He brought his delightful mouth away from my neck and watched me with a mischievous grin before making a show of breathing in deeply. “You smell delicious. Ready.” His eyes twinkled. “But I had better check. Just to be sure.”
    Quicker than I could follow, he had grabbed me tightly, pressing me to his chest with one hand and guiding us to the ground with the other to set me down on the stray clothing.
    Slowly he traced my sides, kissed and ran his lips across my chest, teasing around my nipples even more before finally sucking one into his mouth. His tongue darted lightly across the sensitive nub and his teeth bit down around it just at the threshold of pleasure and pain. Moans escaped me under his ministrations, which slowed only when he switched to give my other nipple the attention it craved.
    I felt ready to come and my pants hadn’t even been removed yet.
    That was clearly on his mind as well. Leaving my well-loved breasts behind, he licked a trail lower, the rough stubble on his chin grazing my stomach, his hands going to the top of my jeans. He unbuttoned them slowly as I kicked off my shoes carelessly, wanting nothing more than to be bared to him.
    He pulled off my jeans, but left my panties—my soaking wet panties—on. Another moan escaped me, knowing he wasn’t done torturing me with my own desire yet. His wolfish grin widened. “What’s wrong, beautiful? Impatient?” His voice held all the lustful desire I felt.
    I shot him a glare and opened my mouth to tell him to just fucking take me already, but was interrupted by the sight of him lowering his face to my heat.
    Kissing me lightly through the thin fabric that separated his delightful mouth from my swollen lips, his eyes stared up at me hungrily. His hands were back, lightly caressing my legs and coming tantalizingly close to my aching pussy.
    “Fuck... Liam...” The rest of my words were lost in a moan as he ran his teeth lightly down my panties.
    “Soon, sweetness. Very soon.”
    I could only gasp in reply as he set to work. His warm breath blew over my thighs, tongue teasing the light fabric over the source of its wetness, hands tracing and teasing around my core. An eternity later his fingers tugged at the sides of my panties, pulling them down, then off.
    He held them up to show me how soaked they were, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. I should have been embarrassed, but I just grinned back and reached for him, wanting him even more.
    Placing them reverently aside he leaned back in and kissed the skin surrounding my pussy, teasing me further as I reached down, entwining my fingers in his hair, hoping to steer him where I needed. He was far too strong though, even with my writhing around he was still clearly in control and I was only going to get what he gave me.
    I spread my legs further apart as his tongue finally found my slit, wanting nothing more than to give him full access. Pleasure washed over me as he lapped up my juices, alternating the flat of his tongue with just the tip, making more wetness and cleaning up his mess as he went.
    His hands joined his mouth, spreading my lips with one and lightly touching the silken smoothness of my opening with the other. I needed him in me, any part of him, and he finally obliged. A finger slowly penetrated my depths as his mouth and tongue skirted around and over my hood, electrifying my body.
    My muscles gripped at his lone finger, it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough to sate my wonton desire. I wanted more, needed more, and I needed it now . It was a level of lust I had never felt before and it was consuming me.
    “Fuck. Liam... I need your cock. Fuck me. Please. Fuck me fuck me fuck me!” Groaning accompanied the words, words I couldn’t