Free Loner (Norseton Wolves #2) by Holley Trent Page B

heard was his own.
    “Do you want to look?” she asked breathily.
    “Yes.”
    “Then go ahead. It’s ready for you.”
    She spread her legs, and he moved in between them, reaching inside her dress to snatch her panties off, but there were none there.
    “Oh, gods .” He pushed up her hem and got on his belly to see, finally, what he had gotten and what he would be getting. “So sexy,” he murmured, sliding his index finger down her wet slit. She’d waxed or shaved, or something —there was just one small patch of dusky red hair right over her clit, and it seemed to be saying, touch here—lick here . So, he did. He pulled the little nub into his mouth and rolled it on his tongue.
    “Yes. Like that. More of that.”
    “I’m doing okay?”
    She pushed his face back against her sex. “Lick. Suck.”
    “Right.” He wasn’t done looking, though. He had to see more. He parted her and took in her slick folds and the inviting wetness between her puffy lips. He put his tongue right there for a taste and wiggled the tip inside her for some manna straight from the source. It was the best dessert he’d ever had, and a feast for the eyes unlike any he’d ever seen. “You make me so fucking hard,” he said before diving back in. He loved the way she clenched at his touch, how her pussy clamped around his fingers and tried to draw him in.
    “Show me,” she said. “Show me how hard you are.”
    “But—”
    She hooked her toes into his waistband and pushed his pants down a couple of inches. Not enough, but he got the idea of what she wanted to see.
    “I wasn’t done looking.”
    “Look more later. I want to see you now.”
    “Me?”
    “Don’t sound so surprised, baby. That’s how relationships go, usually. People in them take turns.”
    “Having never been in one before now, I’ll have to take your word for it.”
    She sat up and performed some unbelievable contortion of her left arm to tug the zipper at her spine down. She undid her bra’s clasp while she was back there, and freed her heavy breasts from their unfortunate bindings.
    Wolf or not, he wanted to pounce on her like a fucking cat and lick her hard nipples and the scar from his bite. He wanted to suck purple marks onto her skin there. Like leaving a graffiti tag, he wanted to show where he’d been, but also enjoy himself to the fullest while he was still there.
    “Show me!” she said forcefully, verbally nudging him from his semi-paralyzed state. “Let me see how hard I make you, Darius.”
    Gods . He yanked off his shirt and shoved his pants down to his knees. His aching cock jutted straight as an arrow in front of him, and seemed to bob from her intense inspection.
    “Put that in me, and kiss me while you fuck me, if you can manage it.”
    “That’s easy.” He kicked the pants to the floor, and yanked her dress the rest of the way off. Kneeling between her legs, he palmed her breasts and groaned. “Fuck, woman.”
    “Tell me what you’re thinking when you look at me like that.”
    “That—that you look like something out of a pin-up girl book.”
    “You think I look like a pin-up girl?” That flirty grin of hers made his heart thrash. It hinted that perhaps he’d said something right. “That’s a huge compliment.”
    “You deserve it.” He reluctantly unhanded her and hitched her legs up to his hips. He lie atop her, his cock positioned at her entrance, and licked the seam of her lips so she’d open for him. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”
    “At first, I thought I repulsed you. I thought—”
    “No, no, no. Gods , no.” He plunged into her and roared at the intense pleasure. He was ready to come just from the triumph of being inside her. No one was as lucky as him.
    “Kiss me, baby.”
    “Show me how. Like you did before.”
    “Gladly.” She set the pace, and he matched it down below. He thrust slowly at first, to let her channel adjust to his shaft, and then picked up speed.
    He ate every one of her little