Free Pack Mates (Were Chronicles) by Crissy Smith Page B

continued to suck and lick until he finally lost control and plunged in and out of her mouth. She urged him on with a hand on his hip.
    “So good… Yeah, suck me deep… Oh baby…”
    Too soon he could feel the start of his climax. He tightened his hold on her hair and pulled gently. She popped off and grinned.
    “Get up here,” he ordered, already pulling on her before she started to move. “I don’t want to come until I’m inside you.”
    She moaned, sitting astride his thighs. “Yes.”
    He held her around the waist while she positioned herself over him. She sank down slowly, drawing a moan from them both.
    “God, you feel me up so good,” she told him, arching her back once he was seated deep inside her.
    He couldn’t have agreed more. He held her tight and pushed his hips up. “Come on, baby, ride me.”
    She pressed her hand down on his shoulders and lifted up before sliding back down. She took her time, slowly rising and falling, teasing and taunting.
    “Please, Nikki,” he begged as she tortured him.
    She laughed wickedly.
    He slapped her ass playfully. She tightened around his cock and moaned. Oh, now this was interesting. He did it again and was treated to her gasp and her pace picking up.
    “Yeah, baby, faster, harder,” he encouraged and gave her another smack.
    “RJ,” she cried, tightening even more.
    He braced his feet on the bed and thrust up each time she came down on his cock. They moved quickly, with him spanking her every few strokes, until it was just the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room.
    RJ lifted up to sit and gripped her hips hard, pulling her down on his shaft deeper. “Come for me, Nikki, come on my cock.”
    She did. Crying out his name, she fell over the edge, pulling him over with her.
    He dropped back down, keeping his arms around her as he struggled to catch his breath.
    She nuzzled his chest and he knew he wanted to wake up like this every morning for the rest of his life.
    Pounding on the door broke up the peaceful sated state he had fallen into.
    “Come on, you two! Get your asses in the kitchen,” Dylan ordered.
    Nikki groaned.
    “We’re coming!” RJ called out to his brother.
    “God, I hope not!” Dylan shouted back. “I’m surprised you haven’t killed each other yet.”
    Nikki squeaked and started to squirm off him.
    “He’s just messing with us,” RJ tried to assure her.
    “No, I’m not! If you two go at it again, I’m going to make you sleep in separate rooms,” Dylan argued.
    “We’ll be down in a minute!” RJ hollered, watching a blushing Nikki dart into the bathroom. His brother’s laughter started to drift away and RJ rubbed his hand over his face. He was going to have to think of a way to get him back and soon.

Chapter Eleven

    After a wonderful, if not embarrassing morning, Nikki found herself with Justin and Ben at the Pack clearing, getting ready for the barbeque before the ceremony. She was pleased with the number of volunteers and the progress they were making.
    The tables had been covered with red and white cloths, the chairs set up, and six grills were off to the side ready to be fired up.
    The teenagers of the Pack had finished setting up the table and chairs and started piling wood in the fire pits for later in the night. She grinned as Sabrina and Max began to load one of the tables with an assortment of desserts. It was all coming together. They just had to get through the day and hopefully by morning they would have a new Alpha and the Pack would be complete. Then she had to figure out what she was going to do.
    When she’d made the trip home, she hadn’t known anything about what she had now found herself in the middle of. Finding a mate hadn’t even been on her radar. Now she couldn’t imagine returning to the city without RJ. But she could tell that RJ was home here—with his brothers, with his Pack—and she couldn’t ask him to leave. So where did that leave them?
    “Penny for your thoughts,” Ben said