Free Till Abandon by Avril Ashton Page B

sinking her nails into the smooth flesh as he tore away her blouse. Cool air kissed her nipples and she arched her back, almost doing a complete back-bend. She thrust her nipples skywards in silent offering and Blake tore his mouth away from hers to suckle one.
    Mother of—She groaned, the husky sound filling her ears.
    Blake, what you do to me...
    He tore at her jeans with his claws, shredding them like he'd done before, until she was on her knees before him in nothing but her black Bruno Maglis. He moved away from her, then, separating them when she would have melted into him. His chest rose and fell rapidly, quiet rumbles of the wolf drifting from parted lips wet from her kisses.
    A wildness in his eyes gave them a dangerous gleam that set her blood racing. The slight breeze tousled his dark hair, sending tendrils clinging to his forehead and into his eyes. This was her man, her mate, her love. This was her wolf. Voltaire cupped his jaw and brushed a finger over his bottom lip.
    "Are you reading my mind?” His words were harsh, but she knew they weren't meant to be.
    She shook her head. “No."
    His lips curved. “I wish you would. Then you'd know the way I see you right now—the wind whipping your hair all over, your eyes glowing, your ivory skin so smooth and biteable. You're mine, Voltaire.” Those eyes flashed again—this time the wolf was in them. “I will not let you go. Never.” A threat and a promise.
    Lips trembling, she grinned. “I was thinking the same about you.” Leaning forward, she sank her teeth into his shoulder, tearing his flesh. Blood filled her mouth, flooding her taste buds like liquid cinnamon. Voltaire whimpered, the wolf roared, then she was on her back, legs in the air, Blake's tongue on her clit.
    Fuck! Blake. Her nails dug into the ground, her thighs clamped around his neck as her hips rolled. Blake worked a finger into her ass and his tongue into her pussy, licking, slurping. His groans blended with hers until the wind snatched them away. Eyes open, Voltaire stared unfocussed up at the sky.
    I want to feel you, Blake. Give me you"
    Blunt fingers dug into her hip, lifted her ass off the rugged ground, as he continued loving her, destroying her. His saliva mixed with her juices and slid down to her ass, acting as lube for the second finger he pushed in. A sweet burn tingled along her nerve endings, greying her vision, yet she pushed back on those fingers, welcomed them into her body.
    Blake flicked his tongue over her clit, then caught it in his mouth and hummed. Voltaire jerked, ass and pussy clenching, hips rocking.
    You're killing me, mate. Killing me so good.
    She reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair, gripping and tugging. She touched his mind, tears blinding her as she felt his love. The emotion was like a bright spotlight in his mind, focused only on her pleasure, her needs, her wants. Her mate loved her completely.
    I love you, she sobbed into his mind. You're everything I didn't want, everything I need, Blake.
    Fingers still in her ass, he froze between her legs. Her heart stuttered.
    Voltaire rose up on her elbows. He met her gaze with smouldering heat, held her enthralled as he lowered his mouth and sank his canines into the tender flesh of her inner thigh.
    "Oh, God!” She flew apart with a scream, body arching, melting into his. Blake growled, fiercely enough to send goose bumps over her skin as he drank from her. Mini orgasms rolled over her at each pull of his lips on her flesh. Voltaire couldn't move, couldn't blink. Instead she used her magic—a pitiful show—and brushed a hand through his hair, down his cheek. He pressed into her.
    Take me, Blake. Show me I'm yours.
    He pounced on her, mouth crushing hers, cock pushing between her swollen folds. She gasped and he swallowed it, sliding in until he lay balls-deep within her. The tight curls on his groin scraped her mound when he ground against her with his hips. His heavy balls slapped her ass.