Free Dual Embrace: 3 (Shadowpeak Wolves) by Lorna Jean Roberts

tongue over the bulbous head, lapping at him.
    “Good, very good,” he praised her.
    “I don’t like being given orders, Cain,” she warned, even though she’d already obeyed him without question.
    White teeth shone. “If I order you around outside the bedroom, I have no doubt you’ll set me on my ass. But in here, you’ll do what I say, and there will be nothing but pleasure. Yours and mine. Lie back and show me your pussy.”
    “What?” She gaped at him in shock.
    “Lie back and spread your legs.”
    “I don’t think so, mister,” she sputtered, ignoring the urges of her body to do exactly what he’d said.
    He kissed her neck, making her shiver and arch.
    “Don’t you want to come? To have my cock stroke you to release? To have your body sing with pleasure?”
    Even his voice stirred her. Damn him. He moved his mouth to her nipple and rasped his teeth over it. “Lie back.”
    Dusty lay on her back.
    “Spread those sexy legs for me.”
    Slowly she drew her thighs apart, her breath hitching as he knelt at the base of the bed and stared at her bare pussy.
    “So beautiful. Do you know how absolutely gorgeous you are?”
    Ridiculously, she blushed. She’d been told how attractive she was before. Many times. But hearing it from Cain made her feel warm, soft.
    “Spread your lips. Show me those pretty pink folds.”
    “Cain,” she protested.
    “It’s okay. This is all about pleasure.” He stared up into her eyes until she found herself moving her hands down to her mound, parting herself. His gaze moved downward and he drew in a deep breath before sighing.
    “Oh yeah. Swirl your finger around your clit. That’s it. Feel good?”
    “Not as good as your tongue would,” she snapped. “Will you just get on with it?”
    He chuckled. “So impatient. This isn’t going to be quick. I intend to give you so much pleasure that you’ll never want to leave this bed. Hold that finger up for me, I have to taste you.”
    He was like a bulldozer—relentless, overpowering and immovable.
    “Don’t you want me, Dusty?” he murmured when she didn’t move.
    She stared at his erect cock. God yes, she desired him. He must have seen the answer on her face because his lips quirked into a small grin.
    “Lie back, swirl your finger through those luscious juices again and hold it up for me to taste.”
    “Yes, boss,” she grumbled, but did as he’d demanded. She needed him so bad. She raised her finger, glistening with evidence of her arousal. Leaning forward, he sucked her finger deep, twirling his tongue around the digit. She swore she could feel the sensation replicate itself on her clit.
    “God, Cain.”
    He let her finger go with a lingering lick.
    “Hands behind your head, sweetheart. I’m going to feast.” He didn’t wait, coming over her, dropping his mouth to her left nipple, sucking hard. He switched to her other nipple.
    Dusty arched up, slipping her hand down to grasp the back of his head, attempting to hold him to her.
    He pulled back with a frown. “Do as I told you. Unless you want to be tied.”
    Her pussy throbbed. Hastily, she placed her hands back behind her head.
    “Good.” He grinned, lying on his side beside her. “Stay there. Just enjoy.”
    “What about you?” she gasped as he teasingly rubbed her nipple with the tip of one finger.
    “Don’t worry about me, baby. I have no intention of going unsatisfied.”
    She shivered at the dark promise in his voice. He moved his finger to her other nipple. Her passage clenched.
    Heat surrounded one nipple as his mouth engulfed her. He circled the tight bud with his tongue.
    “Cain, please,” she begged. With each husky order, each touch, he was feeding her need. “Please.”
    “Please what, baby?” he murmured, kissing the base of her neck.
    “Please touch me,” she sobbed. It was killing her, not being able to touch him. She longed to grab him, drive him insane until he gave her what she wanted.
    “I am.”
    “Urgh,” she growled.